It’s a repetition.
A deja vu.
A flashback.
A re-occurence.

You see, its the same
stupid cycle
and we go round with it
without knowing.

We turn blindly and foolishly
with its twists and twirls.

Its the same pain.
The same hurt.
The same feeling,
Going deeper with each turn.

These inexplicable
episodes Of pain
and hurt and sorrow
series kill me

It’s a lost battle.

I’ll keep up with
The cycle till
I fall lifeless