Poem #114: Whiplash

Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on July 24th of 2019. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account once a week for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

Click clack, back and forth.

Tell yet what fate has in store.

Up in the air, or in the toxins below.

The noxious fumes the earth doth show.

Full to empty and back again,

Around and circled, foolish attempt.

The throbbing migraines of all left in vain.

But another opportunity lies in wait,

another whiplash to the face.

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