Nothing Ever Stays

Nothing much to log in the records

Not gained anything

Nor lost, what was mine

Realisation has seeped in

Through countless cracks

Left by wilting roots of hope

That once thrived

In a sham of a world

That had felt so true

That nothing ever stays

Not even, in the fist of your palm

Though the churning won’t stop too soon

Pain, pleasure and joy, mixed in a goo

Fermented over time, froth rising over top

Foul vapours reaching

Every crevice of the mind

Enlightening once again, in a flash

That it’s time to empty and clean oneself

For no one or nothing ever stays

And even if they stay, hang around

Will almost always turn, hopelessly foul