Circles

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Circles

Friday comes once more 
The end of another week
And my serenity returns
To its hiding place
All that is special
Will disappear 
When I see your face

Your return will
Take the oxygen 
From the air
And cloud my sky
You will scratch my skin
With your hands
Always rough and dry

Your words will taint
The beauty of the day
The excruciating pain
Of two people now strangers
Will take hold of the house
Dark and saddening
Avoidance the best refrain

This cycle of expectancy
And torture 
Is a sickening ride
We play it perfectly 
Like hamsters on the wheel
Constantly going nowhere
Choosing everything to hide

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Friday

Taint

Excruciating

Dry

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Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

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