Windmills - Poem by Radhika Karia
I want you, you want her; she is with someone who doesn't want her near.
Round and round the windmill goes; no wonder so many lost souls wander here.
He laughs with me, she knows no more; I wonder who is keeping score.
Demons won, when we lost our way; no wonder everyone is someones whore.
Up in the hole, the black skies roar; waiting for the truth to scream and soar.
Circles in circles, made with clouds so dense; waiting for another broken heart to pour.
When did love become a joke; when did our business become to poke.
Tattered hearts have stopped trying now; like a beast in hell we purposely awoke.
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