Automatic spin

It’s all a repeat
I lost
got beat
beat a retreat
it’s all a repeat.

but how things come back to taunt you,
those you loved, their faces haunt you

I forget them now and then
and realise it only when
I remember again,

but wanting to will never do,
and never doing, but wanting too,
and face it
you love the haunting of your life.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.