Round And Round They Spin Poem by Jennifer Batch

Can't get the thoughts out of my head
Round and round they spin
Feeling sick like I could spew thoughts out of my mouth
Filling caskets full of wretched memories
Filthy, foul smelling thoughts
Oh, how they taint the ground with blackness from within
You feed upon my anguish, feed upon my soul
Draining every dropp of energy until at last I desire nothing more
Time evades my comprehension as day fades into night
Beware the mirage, it's only voodoo capturing my heart
All the while feeding, draining, lusting upon the anguish of my soul
A glided bird upon a birch, whose wings are clipped, kept in a house of gold
Whose only escape tis to fall from it's perch, snapping it's neck into
Still time keeps turning, still the thoughts keep churning
Round and round they spin