Spills from a spinning wheel
seemingly endless
splatters here and there
screams in my head...
Still trying to find calm amidst clutters,
clarity in confusion,
serenity within shock persisting to stay.
I search, wait, and pray.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I loved this blog too ! It seems so familiar .I will send this on to my daughter to read .Take it easy Pinky !
This another blog that enables me to keep my sanity intact. Poetry is my other form of "release." I remember a saying about "four walls doesn't make a prison..." or something like that. Writing is my way to some kind of freedom that i feel i could not seem to attain here. Thanks on the edge!
Post a Comment