The Dice Are Cast Poem by Noah Body

Round and round and round they go
Over the top and then out below

Spinning this way, twirling that way
Never slowing, never pausing all the day

Each twist and turn is like a knife
Cutting deeply, causing strife

The pain they draw, exquisite and dear
It never lets up so have much fear

Like a river outward flows the blood they draw
Never, ever stopping, not that I ever saw

In rivulets deep and strong it flows
Cutting deeper, inward it goes

I cannot long this onslaught withstand
It changes the face of my mind's own land

All that it gives is torture and pain
It causes tears to flow like the rain

So a magic bullet give to me now
One that will stop it all somehow

Put the brakes on this madly spinning world
Stop these thoughts that are all in a twirl

And then there will be peace at last
Don't fear for me, the dice are cast