The Circle Of Being!
When I think of the times
and the crimes of the mind
I swirl in a circle
confused and pulled tight!
Sometimes tiny teases
tempt me to smile,
but I seem to be twisted
and seething with fight!
All of the people
who have touched me and left
come back here to haunt me
and taint all my days!
In the midst of loud laughter
those times slice so sharp
and weaken with empty
and cover in haze!
It's always a mixture
of present and past
with a stroke from the future
in a moment - unkind!
The circle of being
turns with it's pull
and hurls with sharp edges
and shadows my mind!
Joy Weare,
5th August, 2009.
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