The Coin

Whoosh

It turns, thick copper cuts the sky

Its wailing roars above me high

Will you live or will you die

Whoosh

It blocks the sun and all is dark

Thick purple shades cast grim and dark

Till the sun does catch its spark

Whoosh

Around again, and round, and round

I hate to hear its heavy sound

It clanks and groans above the ground

Whoosh

I wish and hope with all my heart

Its landing won’t tear me apart

And we can make a brand new start

Whoosh

I feel it thunder in my bones

Hear its creaking, ghastly moans

Its final face is not yet shown

Whoosh

But hopes and prayers can’t change its course

Not its final resting force

Even if we scream till hoarse

Whoosh

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