Some of Your Poetry Is Contaminating My Computer

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 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 my circle are my circuitous sighs ©2011.…Phreepoetree ~free cee!~