Sunday, January 16, 2011

Circles

Waiting for things I have no control over is hard for me to handle
I sit and busy myself while the thought lingers literally driving me mad

It’s silly what can be constructed in my mind with foolish ideas implanted

I worry when worrying gets me now where and produces no results

4 comments:

kathie said...

I love it! I love poetry that is sparse with words.

Carrie Amie said...

Thank you. Speaks words without using many :)

hrmustang said...

you have a really creative and interesting blog with cool poems and thoughts. i like it!

Carrie Amie said...

Thank you