The Dark Tower

Is there anyway to go forward…

when you turn back,

trying with scratching, hooked nails

to live saturated in the same

redundant realm.

You climb that dark tower

on the wheel that spins endlessly;

erasing the truth as

you crack the same door

only to once again find

your dead expectations.

About Annie

In dew dropped blue grass I stand Waving; Rolling Hills in the Palm of My Hand
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2 Responses to The Dark Tower

  1. Raven says:

    “live saturated in the same/redundant realm”
    These two lines really stood out. I get stuck here sometimes.
    Love the imagery…you really feel the fruitlessness of it all.

  2. Kavita says:

    Such a poignant read, Annie…
    We knocked on closed doors, scratching on them, hoping they would open up for us.. and when they do, we stand motionless, a blank stare in our eyes!

    A beautiful poem… and very realistic too!

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