rotation

in the dark hours
we walk and stalk
the spirals in our head

downward in a blaze
of regret and hate
doors get slammed
into our face

rollercoaster-sickening life
among mice
in the underworld
of waste and rage

we are squeaking and sneaking
below and above
an army of love
unspoken

lost in ignorance, fear, despair
dying in motion
crashed by rotation