Sizzling
Sizzling,
The heat of a world
It’s far away; the reddest of greys,
Unfortunate,
The cycle of a game,
That’s been
long overplayed,
spinning and spinning we restart.
Forever,
A lie to the people
Who hide
under steeples
Of fear.
Stupefied they wait,
For a better day,
But time starts to waste
And they fade into
The reddest of greys,
Tragedy,
The world closes in,
It’s gone ;too thin,
And all that hangs on
Is an elapsed memory.
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