Flushed

-michael hoblak

A sudden rush,

A sudden swirl,

Life is flushing,

Stuck and twirling

This way, that way,

No way, any day,

Nowhere to go,

No grip to hold,

Down and down you go

Deeper down the rabbit-hole,

Then a sudden pull

And you’re suddenly whole,

But then the wool is pulled

When you’re lulled into holes,

Left dull and null,

And that’s how the story goes.

fin.