circles of infinite bordom

Folder: 
hate

its the circle

of tireless boredom

round n round

it spins.



the mind is rounded

time is greater

then this now

or that then.



and when the bowed limb breaks

the sunlight is no longer

in the shade.



the leafs are now brown

withered and dying.

watch for falling tears

Author's Notes/Comments: 

the moments reach into a person and drag out the guardian of innocence...

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