Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Circled

Through jaded eyes I see
See things unclearly
So much judgment and hate
Through images we create
Instill our lasting imagery
Destroying personal symmetry
Plummeting to the gate
Pushed unknowingly to fate
We sway the trees
Rustling its leaves
Until it is bare to the gate
And we realize our state
Through ignorance we see
With complete clarity
That my judgment and hate
Reflected the creator to his trait

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