With darkness wrapping me
I think of the day past,
Hope that whatever I did
Will be memories that last.
Whether good or bad
Things always turn 'round,
It's a cycle that spins
And goes up and down.
Unpredictable, these emotions
Very difficult to extricate
When sucked in a vortex,
Get out before it's too late.
Just as sleep claims me
Coming on is a dull ache,
Close my eyes for the night
Before an explosion in my head.
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