Angles Of A Circle Poem by Eman obied

In search for angles of a circle
Insecurities awaken a feeling of lost
Bridges fulfillment corrupted by it’s costs
A walk of solitude on a thread or wire
An honest word spoken by lips of a lair
Virtues within a sinner meant not to last
Perhaps today is tomorrows past
Gaps of a sponge hold water for now
This circle has made a damned vow
No angle you shall seek in me
Ones to fully accept his own lasting he
Ones to accept what can’t be found
Instead of circling round and round.