Circular Sorrow
CIRCULAR SILENCE
In the circumference of silence is pain
In the center of quietude is disdain
In the middle of a circle is an ill-gotten gain
And on the outskirts it simply hurts for hopes to be slain
I came to a mountain, or a formation some may deem a hill
As I sail through the seasons that play the part of my sorrowful life’s shill
So I don’t buy into the lies which lay in the center of sorrow
Today may have been a hill but a mountain could be made by tomorrow
A landslide will always bring a man down
Should that mountain give way to DETERMINED ground
Or that mountain can be an obstruction I can climb over
Then again I could just lay here and slumber midst clover
I choose the latter in fear of climbing that mountain only to find fear
And I could have stayed home in bed rather than trekking all the way here
Mountains can be obvious and hills can grow greater in size
And that’s why the only thing that breaks the silence of this circle are my sighs
©2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!
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