Poem – Cessation

The colours around me all merge to a blur, the world is moving too fast
I see through a mist and I hear through a fog

And the ride keeps spinning around

The feelings I once had of laughter and hope seem to be slipping away
I reach and I yearn to touch them once more

And the ride keeps spinning around

The cage I am trapped in tightens each day, the bars seem closer at night
I shrink from their touch as I hide in the pain

And the ride keeps spinning around

The energy needed to move me has gone, I am empty,  withered and dry
I ache for cessation, an end to this life

And the ride keeps spinning around

The noise of the world keeps drowning my cries, my whisper is lost as I turn
I’m screaming in silence oh please make it stop

And the ride keeps spinning around.

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