Blues of Loops
Hushed promises
To my torn self
Of endless love and unfathomable passion .
.
Blows and low hits
During the odd hours of midday
Strengthening my unkept vows of fixation
.
.
Hitched and booted steps
To stride by peddle stones of a long forgotten home
Tightening my embrace around my solitude
.
Edited pictures and bleeding words
Over white screens and lined papers
Reminding myself
It's the same old me
Trying to sort the same old issue
In the same old failed attempts
.
With the rising sun
And scorching blaze
Sweat dripped forehead and dry mouth
I take the usual route.
To,once again, ruin the things I should hold onto
And accept the things I need to let go of
.
We don't learn, do we?
