Full Circle

There are things we can control and some not

Don’t obsess of these, it will not bode well

Do not disagree, for wars have been fought

It will capture presence like divine hell

 

Do not look at this beast she is blinding

Some look, and thus froze by medusa’s charm

You soon find that her eyes are spellbinding

As your eyes undergo serious harm

 

Is it a risk you are willing to take?

Glimpse at utter beauty but then lose sight

Some see it worth, while others a mistake

It will surely be a gruesome snake bite

 

Some see a beautiful thing some see…

I see a circle, but that is just me

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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