Poem: The Wheel

The wheel almost stops turning today.

What wheel, I am too afraid to say.

This is a new season upon us.

A season where things change.

Ones that will never be the same.

The lives of loves are no more.

Dreams are being wash as they come to the shore.

It begs the point what is there to dream for.

Not knowing how to survive, but realizing you are not ready to die.

Then again you are not ready to live either.

The clock never stops ticking.