Cycles
I crossed a path of big mistakes
Never turning... to find a place
Beyond for that, to which has been.
Further than, more to comprehend
Winds gashing….. Worn down to a place of nothing
I feel as if at no time I existed
Tearing at my gardens of sanctuary
In a place that was never to be
Ending a cycle … ending me
Copyright © Holly Ward | Year Posted 2012
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