The wheel seized.

The wheel seized.

Climbing down the 

stairs of mortality

I tripped;

the wheel of evolution seized;

the surrounds damp,

dark and earthly.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and an evolution of words....i like dark and earthly...they are very real.

j.

[andrew mitchell]

thank you jacob for your visit

[RomaJ]

Beyond the words,
It feels like we're at a standstill
In a poetic graveyard.
But the craft is a lot like energy. It never ceases; just evolves.
Inspiration is that spirit that will bring it back to life.
And it always has great returns.

Great write Andrew.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your kind words RomaJ always appreciate your visits:)