Chasing my tail
When fathers are consumed by themselves, sons often get caught in their own destructive loops.

Have you ever heard of the uroboros?
A cold blooded tail of a snake that ate his
What empty appetites drove such a beast
To swallow itself in a pitiful feast?
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I am the son of the uroboros
Orphaned by the snake that ate itself
Circling myself and doomed to fail
Here I am, chasing my tail
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Papa snake couldn’t teach me to break the loop
His mouth was too full of himself
So like every generation that slithered before
I’ll follow his path in the dirt once more
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What will be left of me if I ever escape?
I suppose it doesn’t matter
There is no more time to be foraged or found
I ate my pocket watch on the way around
About the Creator
Phil Lovell
As someone who never really connected with poetry, I have been suprised to discover how much I enjoy writing it. It gives me an avenue to explore the philosophical side of my thinking, and explore my creativity a little. I hope you enjoy!



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