The Pendulum
THE PENDULUM
Known as the arena of the blind,
confusion exploits the restless mind.
Scolding the fever of Summer heat,
nagging the Winter showery treat,
oblivious of life’s true intent
never, they are content.
In all it’s mayhem, it’s divine.
Echoes symphonize in one rhyme,
in death and birth, souls entwine
as the clock loses all trace of time
Pain revamp in lust
Pyramids arise from dust
Emotions surface in full blast
It’s the platform for eyes wide open
It’s the pendulum for all the broken
3rd PLACE
Submitted to the contest, End Of Mar 2018
Sponsor Brian Strand
Copyright © Natasha Turner | Year Posted 2018
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