Captured Cycle

Round and round
Her mind goes
Where it will stop
No one knows

Check all done
Check again
Just to be sure
On and on
She tries

Gathering moves
Similar to yesterday
Choices of the inevitable
Jigsaw puzzle
In disarray

We are all hidden pieces
Moulded from the past
Memories imprinted
In our minds
Sheltered protected
Forever will they last

Fire burns within her heart
Smells textures
Travel along her throat
Not enough pockets
In a lifeless coat

Shedding skin
Trying to win
Slaved by a whirlpool
Of noise
One last breath
One final goodbye