The Cycle Poem by Chris Tiganescu

To press forward and make hearts swell,
and bring nothin but misery in our
dull lives, for the days are limitles,
the anger raw, the pain great. Better
to let you go, yet i cant find myself
to do so. stuck in a never ending cycle
of pain and love, goulish tears run
down withered cheeks. with thoughts of
ruby red blood, entering my mind, and
lingering eyes in this very room, my
mind set, my heart swept, my pain
halting...

But for the moment, then the cycle
begins again.