it pains you
more than birth or death
folds you in a box
in the dark in the light
beaming, hazing
it elates and disheartens
brings you to tears
it charms, it pleases
makes and breaks
and reels and spins
it’s a top
a pendulum
a perpetual dance
to a beating drum in my ears
you want it to stop
but it’s vital like air
and you know in the end
you'll be wanting or sated
but you say to yourself
it’s a risk that’s worth taking.
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Lots of truths in this poem - the third stanza says it all. Lovely yet disturbing in it's inevitable nature.
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