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Going Nowhere
By Lynn White
In the beginning,
right from the beginning,
I was running round in circles,
or that’s how it felt,
going nowhere
just round and round
in colour splattered circles
a palette I picked up from living
on the edge.
And right from the beginning
I have had to live on the edge.
In the middle there are huge holes
hovering, waiting, ready to suck me in.
I must take care not to deviate,
not to fall through the circle
into that great hole
where the running will stop
and everything will end
when I wake.
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. . She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. You can find Lynn on https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
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