Tumbling

Life is still
and quiet
and tired
Nothing here is
quite what
I desired

Stumbling on,
eternal time
Spinning webs
word and rhyme.

Nothing here
but sterile now.
Like darkness in
hospital gloves.
No one here
anyone loves.

You move so slow
I ache in pain
The quiet here
to go insane

Throwing chairs
Tumbling stairs
All in here
no one cares.

The bomb drops slowly
the wings are spread
Grace in falling
now all fled.

The cloud,
moving towards me.
Windows break
please set me free.
(No one is hear to answer me.)

Now the quiet
frightful end
Hit the car
round the bend

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