Whirlpool

Where one lies
where one may escape
When silence is
The most chaotic place
And a whirlpool runs
Engulfs the little life
Day by day, minute by minute
Till End clock strike
And what have you yearned..
For a peace of mind?
Or a soulless self
Or are you done this time?
Trembles the bones
Not even a story to write
Any thought, any feeling
Only feeds this parasite

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