That overlooked, we become
Tracks us down, like a hungry wolf
Eventually catching up, devours us
Leaving nothing, but itself
That forgotten, returns
Haunting us, night and day
When least suspected, it floods back
Taking with it, all we protect
That which we pretend to be
engraves its name upon us
for all to see what we have become, and
what we are no longer
And so turns the wheel
around and around
until at last
its work with us is done
Poetic Alchemist 
Thanks Andrew, Kai, Brenda, Polona, Dan and Jel. Appreciate the comments and the well wishes. Thanksgiving was great.
Around and around….
Good one!
wonderful…
Wow. I really like this one a lot. Great rhythm to it and how true, the subject.
how many more turns before we’re done…
good one, don!
and yes, everything is well (just a bit busy, but who isn’t?)
Good one!
my brain is froze , 😕
that sould read ” hope ya had a good Thanksgiving”
morning Don,
hope ya hava good Thanksgiving! 😉
Thanks Ricardas. Still addicted to verse. I appreciate you stopping by.
Floots: Thanks. Glad you’ve caught up, and good having you back from your self-imposed holiday.
so true
(though i don’t like the thought of being so far round the revoltion) 🙂
thanks too for the posts i’ve missed and just been reading
as one who has always longed to be wild and often failed to keep his head above water there was plenty to keep me thinking
cheers
It is beautiful and made me to think of my place in that wheel. I am glad you haven’t recovered from your poetry addiction 🙂