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Never-Ending Cycle

By Cwm

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Drifting again, to the same shore, life of fright, begs for more. sleep-less nights, continue to awake, the more, unease, I take. Twitching,turning, with my head in my palms, growing grace, begs for open arms. Wondering what to do, the emotions bring a grey hue, as more and more, the hearts tears to two. The hate, I should not, I never can talk things out, all we do is ever shout! Never-Ending cycle, remains, less and less for us to gain, ease the pain, joy strike again. Cycle remains, to forever grow, what remains, I don't know, tomorrow waits, I know so.Part two of "Cycle" Series. I think this is better than first. Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 15 2002 09:22 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1

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