Karmic Wheel
That overlooked, we become,
Tracks us down, like a hungry wolf,
Eventually catching up, devours us,
Leaving nothing, but itself.
That forgotten, returns,
Haunting us, night and day,
When least suspected, it floods back,
Taking with it, all we seek to protect.
That which we pretend to be,
engraves its name upon us,
for all to see what we have become,
and what we are no longer.
And so turns the karmic wheel,
around and around,
until at last,
its work with us is done.
Copyright © Don Iannone | Year Posted 2024
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