Early Works - Circle Of Uncertainty Poem by David Harris
Early Works - Circle Of Uncertainty
The lion roar of passing cars
as people pass beyond to where
no one ever goes
strangers with blank faces
on a treadmill belt
where are we going
the words from a silent scream
echo from the walls of buildings
at someone never seen.
Circle of uncertainty
lies in a shadowy grave
no one seems to care
nor want to save
the life that is lingering
in-between no where.
22 October 1979
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