THE WHEEL OF FURY BY FIONA CUMMINGS

THE WHEEL OF FURY

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

In a world full of fury

Where the word is security

Though nothing is secure

Where we beg for a cure

And wish for all pure

But those closest to us rebelled

Putting us through hell

Wouldn’t catch us if we fell

Or put us out if we were on fire

Place the blackness at their chosen desire

Sometimes we feel so alone

Though there are people around us

We are in the way and causing a fuss

So we hide

And go for a ride

On the wheel of life

Avoiding the spokes

As they will cut like a knife?

But the wheel keeps turning

And we continue learning

Though now the scars are burning

The road we are on

Keeps going on

There is no getting off here

Passing by those who are dear

But they can’t see us anymore

We are dirt on the floor

Behind a locked door

We try to strive for more

But like a dog with his paw

Begging in front of closed eyes

It is us who they despise

Why, what did we do?

Lived life so true

Battled through feelings so blue

I don’t have a clue

What we can do in this situation

Apart from being patient

In this huge nation

Surely as this wheel spins

Passing trash falling out of the bins

We will find our place in life?

Away from strife

A place where we, belong

But how to carry on

When all you want to do is sleep

But then you fall into slumber

And all you do is weep

As your nightmare is your dream

You are the deadly sea

When you were once a stream

 Salt sticks to your skin

What by now is wearing thin?

 Scratches scrapes

Bruises and wounds gapes

Bleeding from rusty cuts

Listening to constant tuts

Words that you thought were wise

Now leave you with questions like how and why’s?

These wheels on undulating roads with bumpy rides

Stopping for a drink of wine

From the bottle nepenthe poison

Someone made this potion

I drink with caution

But it’s been fed to me with emotion

So must be love, right?

Then choking I try to fight

As breathing is impossible

I fall off the wheel

Play the cards and deal  

End up with the joker

Stabbed in the heart with the poker

Like a cancer though not a smoker

How many more knocks can I get?

Though I’m still alive I regret

 

Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015