Stuck Poem by Athena Plante Little Bit Lost

Stuck

The world's been spinning and spinning,
since the very beginning.
I never get anywhere, as you know.
Always running in circles,
always chasing my tail.
Almost like I have nowhere to go.

Always dizzy I'm becoming.
In my mind this constant humming.
Sick to my stomach I'm starting to feel.
I want to forget my past
and move on with my life at last.
But I'm stuck on this damn hamster wheel.

Saturday, January 6, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: sick
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