AROUND

In the middle of nothing,

well known; but not a part of what was.

Struggling to surface.

Here, but not a part of what is.

Desperate for affection,

Unending. Unappealing.

Longing for attention,

loneliness dripping like a barrier.

Spinning, constant cycles turn;

hold on, tighten grip.

Each rotation seems to mandate one

more

squeeze

to remain stable.

Spinning, constant cycles turn;

Let loose.

Turn with the tide, wash into the confusion.

Let go; give in and bend.

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