Michael Wride

Rookie (December,5th 1968 / Wells, Somerset, England, UK)

The Round Room - Poem by Michael Wride

The round room reels
Your head spins with thoughts
You groan in loneliness
And confusion eats you
In the dark
You feel alone
That no one cares

The room has no walls
All you see is darkness
Storms in the night
Rumblings of far away pain

No way out
No way forward
No way back

A whirlwind of swirling sparks appears
Caught up in a windmill of despair
Round and round your thoughts spin
Like the round room
Spinning around

But listen!
In the distance
From far off
A voice in your head?
A whisper?
An echo?

The voice of the One you love
The One who cares
The One who loves you
Guiding you
Shining a light for you
A spark is lit within you
And finally you see

The storm dies
And the terror fades
Only One voice you here
Guiding you to the door

Open the door and find peace
On the other side
Open the door and find Me


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Written late 1980s. Nowhere to hide in a round room...No corners... is my mind the round room? But there is hope....a faith that peace will come... awakening, enlightenment....joy...the deepest darkness is always before the dawn as they say.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 31, 2013



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