the cycle

Sensations flow,
Feelings grow,
Hopeful ignorance.

The hurtful blade called the truth,
Slices deep in already open wounds.
Suddenly,
Reality crashes,
The blissfulness ends.

Everything that’s loved,
Goes away in the end.
The light at the end of the tunnel,
Is it happiness or is it death?

Keep running this race,
The darkness is quick.
Nipping at my heels,
Making me trip.

“Stay strong, suck it up”,
Words of wisdom from my father….
Or so I thought.

Feeling like a broken toy,
Sitting on the shelf collecting dust.
Only used when I’m needed,
Thrown away when there is no more use,
Does the cycle ever end?