Turning And Turning Poem by Hannington Mumo

Turning And Turning



Turning and turning around the same confined place,
Every day a replica of the previous and the next;
Every night growing darker and frightening more,
Puzzles popping up in their perplexing best;
Life unchanging, situations unvarying.
Turning and turning around the marked circle,
Each turn scorched by life's unchanging fire.

Saturday, January 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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