Treasure Island

Matthew Kraft


The Cycle


So I’m sitting on a park bench with my miscontent
My discontent.
For what surrounds me I see
I can’t be free
And neither can you.
You sit in sleep
Waiting for what comes
But it never arrives.
Its ill contrived
What you think you should be
What you think you see.
But really your just sitting next to me too
Waiting for what troubles you
To leave
To also be free.
But it reenters the cycle
Only to repeat
The Future of which
You can’t defeat.
It repeats
And Repeats
And Repeats…

Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Cycle by Matthew Kraft )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

Poem of the Day

poet Henry David Thoreau

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]