Welcome to My Cycle
I feel my perspective changing
Grinding everything in its path
As the glaciers ground the mountains.
And I am as powerless to stop it.
And like the glacier, it recedes
Leaving waste, desolation.
Wasted days, wasted years, wasted life.
Thoughts in a jamble!
Scrap heaps inside a tall metal fence!
Welcome . . . to my cycle.
June 20, 2008
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2 comments:
Hey, I remember this poem from our PR days! Is this the original or have you recently revised it?
Yes it is the original. I couldn't write anything because my perspective had shifted into such a bad place. I was cutting for 2 weeks, and this just really described how I felt.
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