Just one of those little pieces that forced itself out, not polished, just here.


Cycles
Callie, June 22, 2009

I watch him make the same mistakes
The same trial and tribulation
I hear him loose the same lament
The same old round about

Every time, the same complaints
I tire of this tormenting
Every time, the same upset
I wonder why he lingers

Time and again he’ll stumble
And there I’ll stand to catch him
Again that shoulder of support
For otherwise I’m lost

And every time he falls apart
The heart of me longs to reach out
But something dark inside me asks
‘If I don’t help, will he learn?’

Regardless, I’ll offer once again
I’ll make of myself a gift
Stung countless times by sentiment
I wonder who’s the real fool

The cycle nearly dizzies me
This game of cat and mouse
And yet I do the same old thing
In pattern all my own