Repetition Poem by Nathaniel Graves

Caressing chains in the hanging sight,
Need I reasoning behind those ominous...
Distractions?
Well, one would assume not,
For this wretched earth floods these
Impeccable links within our
Tainted souls and
Minds.
The grip,
Deafening
And the sound,
Undefining.
For this would...
Purpose for a different cause.
A beginning, you could relate;
An end, you could restate.
But the scurryers know no
Way.
And the chains know no
Portray.
So, reasoning..?
Well, lets just assume not, and say we did.
Because all that matters is,
We'll both be right...
In our wrong way.

-2/17/2010-