Parallel Lines

For you know not of my means
And I know not of the end
I know only of injustice
That pains me to no end

Intentions are muddled
I accuse of myself
Walked into my own prison
Consequences be dealt

A spinning wheel
With nary a stop
Withholds the feel
Of calling a wrap

When the heart wants
What the heart wants
Fill the reality with dents
Until parallels are bent

___

by Adrienne Luzanne

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