Despair

Screwed

I am a screw.

Thread of misfortune

aligns me.

On movement

down I go.

Against the hard course of life,

I penetrate.

The friction around me

flares me up.

Round and round

is my movement:

drunken dizziness

engulfs me.

Forward I move,

On a vertical plane.

Towards my own deathbed,

I live,

Screwed!

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