Tired Circles

Separated from all but itself

a mind lashes out against the void

left behind where something used to lie

lost now and hidden who knows where

in the maze below

Now searching is the mind, longing

but all it finds is life where death must rule

walking tired circles hand in hand with the fallen

secrets on their lips

desperate to tell of what they’ve hidden

The last few poems I’ve written seem to be dwelling on a theme.

Photo by Victor Garcia on Unsplash

5 thoughts on “Tired Circles”

      1. It is a work of art. Strange that hedges would be combined with Islamic calligraphy! I have been enjoying your recent writings. Dark but not too dark, leading somewhere!

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      2. Very interesting. Thanks for revealing the meaning within it. I had no idea language could be written in that way! And thanks for the kind words (: I’ll keep the poems coming! Cheers


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