Round About

Around and turning,
Once a solo now a crowd of drinking
Anonymous thinking
But blunders of speaking.

Reversing, yet earning
But still to be losing
A circle of ringing
Mornings now be burning,

Traffic, convulsing
Spinning
Whirl winds of tragedy guided by crossing,
Picking,

Roots to flowers are falling,
Trapped, look, but be there fencing,
Gaping
Gazing,

A time of flaring
But around again,
It all feels of drowning
I hear, I see, but am I dwelling,

Rotting, causing,
The droning
The repeating,
Chambered in shrouding

But continues the singing,
Squeezing,
Pull the trigger, cease the doubting,
Piercing will be the freeing,

Mash the metal burn the rubber,
Mind not the spelling
We’re all addicting
Tripping

Mistakes of beginning, annoying
But some still see us as warming,
Around and around, we are all attempting,
Mind not the fault, we all need pruning.

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Just a man beneath the thumbprint of God. A man wandering like any other, wondering what will come of him.(Instagram @poemjunkybiffle)

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Micah Biffle

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Just a man beneath the thumbprint of God. A man wandering like any other, wondering what will come of him.(Instagram @poemjunkybiffle)

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