Riva Murphy

The Circle of the End

I am a living, breathing poem, a compilation of lyrics, and an enigma. I am dramatized, by traumas past and a life that is unequivocally mine.






The Circle of the End

It makes me think in wonderment,
How lucky we have been.
These longer lives and timing spent,
We do it all again.
Someday we'll figure all this out,
And feast upon the day.
With nothing left to sing or shout,
or end the wicked way.
Beauty wasn't overdone,
At least that's what we said.
Until the day we lost the sun,
And all the streets ran red.
Believe in change and future kin,
It's all that we've been told,
Go procreate and give them sin!
So all that's new is old.
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Written & Copyright by Kymlee 2010

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