Destiny treads the metaphoric wheel <br />and its twisting track reels right across <br />all things here in my small office, <br />over the words that inspire my poems, <br /> <br />my whole set of mind is disturbed, <br />thoughts are lost somewhere far away. <br />Destiny treads the metaphoric wheel <br />and its twisting track reels right across <br /> <br />the being of my life and my soul <br />as if it wants to derail right here <br />or cannot grant any mercy for which I beg, <br />not even at times when I kneel before God. <br />Destiny treads the metaphoric wheel <br />and its twisting track reels right across…<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wheel-3/
