THE SPIRAL STUMBLES


An odd feeling passed over me this night
Cast from memories to paper the wall of my room
How the wind howls and seeks an entry to my soul
Where with barbs it would lay waste without recourse
And show me the insignificance of my life
The blazing fire of anger shared
The paths walked and those failed to pass over
Doors offered and left closed
With life my life is shared and
What could have been is done
For better things I think
Perhaps, but no tally sheet for the score
The butterfly spreads its wings
The rabbit seeks a hole
An end within an end
The spiral stumbles and fails. Copyright Gordon Kuhn Sept. 28,2014

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