The whole damn circus

 The whole damn circus

     Welcome to the circus of cloud shapes and dreams drifting into the unknown and atmosphere of new adventures.

For i miss you all wrong and this is a backwards pattern we do not foresee the outcome, no room for room to grow we shrink, shrink-wrap the problems and throw them away. Away they will fly. we do not even know how to fix ourselves and where to begin, for the beginning is the end is the beginning and the misery clamps on your chest making it impossible to breath even if you wanted to. For it is a pattern that is left with no answers when your genesis is the end of you. Where the start is where you wish to die.

This melody, these voices bring me back to the time when I was to forget you, I hear them still.

I am putting myself on warning for myself I must waste just searching for something more.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

Sometimes we have to cut our losses and move on. Liked this poem. Great job.

[An owl on the moon]

The movement of your words is soft and subtle, like mists hanging delicately over meadows. Somehow amazingly, you take words from the wind and write of my soul... Brilliant you are in all you do and say... So glad I came to your CIRCUS.