It comes again

I watch curiously,
A spectator to my churning.
Am I emerged,
Or am I destroyed?
Is it the pace,
Or am I being killed?

I wonder again what it amounts to,
As the cycle meets again.
Doubts.
Hopeless questions.
Held in the mire of self pity.
Wondering what it all means.

It comes again, as it has to.

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