Circling of the Drain
by Odin Roark

Worn out youth begs off aging
Entreats mirrors to be broken
For crippling lifestyles to vanish
Even as will power to control
Wans with denial’s onslaught

In and out of mind’s pleasure dome go they
Blinded by self-sabotage
Sprouting seeds succumbing
To already weed infested landscapes

How dangerous
This ever-cycling season
Where today’s sunshine
Remains so often chased
By one’s virulent storm clouds

How disheartening for some
Whose fresh opened buds of hope
Wilt with loving care’s absence
Rendering expectation’s foretaste
Ever desperate to survive
The circling of the drain