In a runaway carriage
on broken roads,
patched uneven
The rumblings
rattles into your soul,
unwarranted, yet profound
Maybe holding on hurts
So I persist and hold on
For falling off hurts even more.
In my life of runaways carriages
My carpets are red
Always torn and in disarray
When the chasm breaks my landing
I dust off my pain and walk home
Into another runaway carriage
Riding again into an oblivion
Like a habitual offender
Of low self worth, in loathing
Pulled by a horse of love
dead a little too long ago
This brings none joy
This brings me woe
Yet I seem to be on a repeated tow
My logic and reasoning
are Delirious
even decidious now
My heart is a caricature of failing love
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