Turn Table

After all the tempest, the turmoil
That goes in and around.
I finally say goodbye
To the pain, the trauma
That locked me down.

Now its about time
That the tables turn
I never wished for this
But it is what it is.

Baby your on a turn table
Being scratched and dragged
Like music in clubs.
Feel the rhythm of
The way the heart beats.
There nothing you can do
Till your time is done.

You search for a guiding light
But remain blinded
By flashing lights
There’s no helping hand
To bring you out
Of this spinning land.

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Sailor of the web. A poet in my own ways. A technology, Open Source and Linux enthusiast!

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