Tumbling Dreams

Tumbling Dreams

Days lost in tumbling dreams,
slowly losing hope.
Nothing is as it seems.
I can barely cope.

Slowly losing hope;
happiness scrubbed away.
Sliding down this slope,
my mind is led astray.

Nothing is as it seems.
Words ironed in hate.
I have lost my esteem,
for me it's too late!

I can barely cope;
no solace can I find.
No amount of soap
can wash this from my mind.

Quadrilew Poem
Syllable count:6,5,6,5  5,6,5,6  6,5,6,5  5,6,5,6
2nd Line of 1st Verse becomes 1st Line of 2nd Verse etc.
Device:Metaphor, Prompt:Woman at laundromat