cycle
rolling from the peak of desiredown to the flatlands of lust
i have rolled, getting smaller
i am nothing more...ive been ground to dust
dust which has been blown with the sea breeze of life
over the water where everything felt so right
but the wind died down and started my descent
into the depths of misery and discontent
fully submerged in pain now i sink
deeper and deeper into thought..so i think
as i await the great lands of life to shift
so that my position may rise to the peak again
and start another cycle of my descent
Poetry by Steven Mawer
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Written on 2006-05-15 at 04:51
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