As The Days Spin And Whine

Free verse

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As the days spin and whine,
dawn turns to night -
mellow but cold
memories scar the soul.

A sip of oblivion
to save the heart -
never so needed
madness, keeping us alive.

Watch with your eyes closed,
think but do not talk.
All that you are -
forever ash, under the stars.

Slow, and yet fast,
keeping the time,
severing day and night —
the clock’s lullaby.

Pushing ahead
while looking back —
memories tearing
the heart apart.

~ Iva