The Cycle

The Cycle

Feeling so dark,

like a knife through the heart,

I fight to keep my pulse to stay alive.

Can’t come to my senses,

My mind blocked by fences,

I’ve trapped myself with barriers inside.

The arguments, the fights

The same dreams every night,

That change so much they almost have me fooled

Till I recognize the trend,

Caused by cravings without end,

Inside my mind the turmoil overrules.

The cycle rolls,

It never folds

It comes round time and time again.

Love, hesitation,

despite the reputation

then hate, and guilt for how childish I have been.

Every path, all directions

Both right and wrong with insurrection

Guide me down a path away from him.

I fight with bare hands,

Like claws in the sand,

But no progress made t’wards where he lets me in.

Pain becomes tradition

Confusion constant my position

Always hiding from the next day’s dawn.

But love doesn’t care,

So our hearts never dare.

We can’t fight, we take it as it comes along.