Posted in Creative Writing, Poetry

Another One Bites the Dust

Wandering, wondering…

Rapidly swirling, twirling…

Which way is up? Because I know which way is down.

It has become evident that it is always the same. Everytime I think it’s going to turn into something good, I find out I’ve been deceived.

Deceived by my own hope and faith.

It appears all is wasted. There is no hope and I’ve lost all faith.

When will I find where I belong?

Is there such a place?