Juggling circles

the same nightmares
built upon pain and sorrow.
the same coffee
stained mornings of summer.
the same whiskers
that reassure an instinctual love.
the same papers
which predict my kingdom come.
the same heat
of infernal descent.
the same routine
of silence and stark resent.
the same bonds
that make the blood thicker.
the same mistakes
which bring a soul to wither.
the same drums
that race through my mind.
the same melodies
which turn my hunter blind.
the same words
from mother to daughter.
the same echoes
of forced laughter.
the same thoughts
that win no battles.
the same game
of juggling circles.