MOVE ME POETRY — A POETRY COMMUNITY LIKE NO OTHER
Time Is A Circle
We are adrift in a sea of uncertainty
ever in constant motion
time is a circle that never ends
days pass by, relentless
a procession of moments
years slip through our fingers
like sands through the hourglass
we are lost and wandering
ever bound to the seconds
the minutes, the hours
unable to break free
our stories already written
our destinies preordained
embracing the rituals
spinning in place
dreams fragile as glass
hope, an ethereal blooming
soon bleeding away into the endless void
a dark scar carved in our hearts
we leave no footprints in the circle of time
© Ann Bagnall
