The Cycle

September 17, 2017
By KRoH. BRONZE, Springfield, Missouri
KRoH. BRONZE, Springfield, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
"Prepare for the worst, hope for the best."

The cycle repeats

A foul mist covers the extent of my vision, reminding me…
Of the wheel.

Down… down… down the road of deception and lies…
A morbid cry being the only thing keeping this lonely entity from collapsing.

The general yells for me to pay attention
Obviously, I don’t.
I would rather continue my life of swimming in the ink than laying down my dreams to be hung on a rusty rack.
But the well of my soul has run dry. I do not have time for these arbitrary desires.

Then the depths of a cave howl with exuberant power!
It is time to reform.

And I do so, savoring every grain of what is supposed to be, yet isn’t.

Another drill happens. I rush onto the field, only to find myself on a mountain.

And at that moment, I turned... seeing something new in the world around me.


And I am met with the same emotions that ever so passionately envelop my disoriented mind.

After the toils and pain, the glimmer of the ocean begins to fade… the contours of the
Are beginning to become nothing more than droplets in this sea of shadow.
Every inch of my body becomes covered in the silky embrace of the sheets.

The cycle repeats.

The author's comments:

a little spice would be nice.

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