round round

this came as an afterthought... well not really, i was writing something else and this just poured out... i'm still trying to fully grasp it :)


The harder I try…

It’s easily identified
Like a true love sullied
Like a sore
So if I watch from the corner
I might feel it’s going nowhere
But I know better don’t I?
Changes fall and images float
Taking concerns to levels low
False hopes have become
The trend in this murky dwelling
Yet the feel of comfort
Garnered by this peculiar stroke
Has grown to be the norm

Back where it came from
There’s nothing to identify
Even if I glare
There’s a residue, of course,
Viciously maneuvered elsewhere
And clichéd to excess
What is my actual doing?
Where may I not place my fabric?
If it seems I’m often running and hiding
From what I already know…
Then I’ll tell what I already know
What I’ve learned and then forgotten
Many times and again
I’ll plant a seed and watch it grow
Away from any speculation
And I’ll be fulfilled…