Spartan
Fading scenes, unfocused dreams
Colors spin and blur away
Away from home, no kicks or screams
To grim words and stoic play
Rigid rules, dangerous tools
Childhood spins and pulls away
Away from tears, so quick and cruel
To dry eyes and numbered names
Some survive, others die
Their future spins and fades away
Away from life, so sick on lies
To moving chairs and endless space
Maddening pace, violent grace
The person spins and melts away
Away from flesh, with hidden face
To synthetic thoughts and lethal haste
Mourning wails, likeness fails
The image spins and wastes away
Away from arms, so gaunt and frail
To silent graves with living names
C.T. Clown
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