The questions in the wheel-trap of my mind
Spin round and round like echoes without sound
The time-cogs of my memories slowly grind
Churning and yearning and re-treading ground
How could she do it? I have to know why
After all those years, to cheat and then lie
How could she do it? I thought that she cared
To show no respect, for all that we shared
The questions in the wheel-trap of my mind
Revolve like cycles in a vicious loop
The mantras that repeat, ensnare and bind
Will keep me jumping through the fiery hoop
How can I do it? I want to break free
From chains of anger that still shackle me
How can I do it? To now be a friend
For with no respect, it must surely end
The questions in the wheel-trap of my mind
Are riddles made to torture, tease and taunt
The answers are a key I’ll never find
For phantoms always hover, hex and haunt
— Wayne Visser