The Circle turn's..

Sat here

With no table between us

Force to look

Force to bear

What hurts you most?

All these empty chairs

None of them are spared

We keeping moving in circles

I pass a small glance

My daggers his your chest

I see you die before me

That face

Filled with murder

I fell

You fell harder

Otherwise, you would not fight

I cannot

Undo this

What I have destroyed

Whatever faith is left

A gain

It is something

I am not asking you to forgive me

I am not asking you too care

Cause the moment I say

You say more

And, the circle turns again

Many times

I held that hammer

Wanting

To break free

I hurt you

I knew

Those wounds grew deeper

I was not there

My heart cannot help

Cannot give

The light

Was fading fast

I am sorry

I was not at your best

Though, sorry

Doesn’t exist

And

The circle turn’s again…

Reviews

[EMF]

Oh Lady... On the poem, this is exceptional. You've put so much passion and feeling into this, and by God's does it show. A superb work that just cannot be faulted. Wonderful work. And as for anything else... you know where I am