[Filler Fridays #4]: Infinite Loop

 

 

the constant circling of

burning rubber

brings us ever nearer to

a halt 

(i hope).

 

and i, whose will is

as sturdy as gelatin castles, begin

rubbing my aching

temples.

 

i hurt for sugar,

for the rush of a simple

carbohydrate.

 

i scream for fizz,

plead for a sudden jolt

of liquid excitement.

 

i ache to laugh

like insanity knows no friend

other than myself.

 

i want to smile.

 

but these desires fall short

in the utter silence of

these damned circling tyres

that will never stop.

 

we’re travelling in circles.

Written by: Ahmad Danial ‘Irfan bin Husain

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