Hamster or the wheel?
Running to keep up-
Or turning for turningâs sake?
Spinning
On a loop â
The incessant noise overwhelming like
A _____________
(Fill in the blank)
The language
Not mine-
Speaks in circles over my head.
Like asphyxiation,
From the leftover smoke of a fire.
Once raging.
Doused.
Invisible enemy.
Feet tied-
Anchored inexplicably to-
Bullshitters and chit chatters.
Tellers of tales not truth-
Beating down to big up.
Master creators of-
Fake modesty.
And the humble brag.
Pretend empathy.
Spin doctors of
Self-pity-
And victimhood.
Tired.
Oh so tired.
And Bored.
Nerves-
Cracked-
Like an egg,
Shell.
Devoid.
Of life.
Tell me how to live.
This life.
We call.
A life.
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Scrawlers note.
Lamar Wiggins filled in the blank, ''The incessant noise overwhelming like ,
"A barrage of verbal detonations" which I absolutely love!
I would be so interested to see other gap fills - Please leave in comments if you would like to!
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