Roundabout
Be mean, be a miser with words,
fewer words to remember;
the wind outside the window,
blows in an absence that appals.
I am crawling up the walls....
Time I once trusted
A lover I don't like,
a reckoning in complicitly,
tonight....
A memory that I've hidden,
a woman I love today,
a feeling that’s believable,
will stay.....
A never-ending circle,
my beginning in my end,
the things I once relied on:
remain, my friend....
raypool
Sun 8th Mar 2020 13:33
Welcome advice John. I like the lingering at the end of the lines, giving weight to more ponderings. The idea of a circle is fundamental and could contain its own universality.
Ray