Wilma Neels Poet Free verse

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A work of fiction.. It's called killing time at work...

'Carpet of Disorder'

It is like all the other certainties

Were pipedreams reflective of the confusion you felt

When I walked in,

I walked in; into your chaos 

Without knowing I added to it

Instead of retracting you swept me up

Causing more turmoil

Now we are floating on a carpet of disorder

Destination self-destruction

©050620171459

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Samiha Zubair June 24, 2017 at 3:06 AM Yes sometimes destiny more clear when everything helter skelter

Paul Callus June 13, 2017 at 7:34 AM You offer us a lot to ponder about, Wilma! Relationships are undoubtedly complicated affairs, and the effect we have on one another usually becomes visible at a later stage in life. It is a pity when turmoil takes over and the only way out is destruction. ~ Regards // paul

Anne-Lise Andresen June 5, 2017 at 12:55 PM - A great metaphorical poem, Wilma - ( Need a proper cleaning ) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)