The Turning Wheel. A poem.

Pain in body, heart and everlasting soul
Amplified by every tale of hurt and loss and woe

Pain that fights and tears and breaks a good man’s heart
Until there’s nothing left from which to start

Pain that shapes the way we grow and bend and think
Pain that moulds our fears and makes our thoughts succinct

Now comes a time to change this turning wheel
Love overcomes this pain and sets this poor boy free

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poetry books - stevestillstanding

For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print.

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Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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