I don’t know where I could go
To escape what I am here today
I have been a witness to my eternal flame,
A circle so divided, it dims in the breeze now and again.
I sit and read and try to find my old day inspiration,
The poems, stories, and epics of genius long past, dwell deep inside.
I often wonder as my center folds and breaks,
If I am the mere anarchy loosed upon this world.
Poetry On Demand 