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Change
Forming one with many.
Circles become smaller
Slowly closing in
The wrong move means elimination
Quick thinking becomes a must
Knives behind every shoulder
Waiting to plunge into betrayal
Bonds become disappointment
Promises crumble with each second
Friendship fails in danger
Looking away in denial
The last blow is maid
Surroundings begin to shatter
Into dust
They become the dirt beneath my feet
Walking head held high
Ungrateful for what was had
The consequences are paid
Knowing what can become
Worries fall far behind
Uncharted destinations are to be followed
The once lived life
Chose to become a memory
Not without mistakes
But with an insight
Do I relive
Very nicely done.I hope you keep writing.