Camelot

Camelot

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Lost Sheep



Chaos is all around
Swirls uncurled
In a confused heap
Only to tangle
     Mangle
In disarray
I've lost
     All semblance
          Of sheep

Can't lose
What I never had

I can't seem to help
The steely countenance
Of stiffened spine
When flocks appear
To rifle with my mind

A collection of gaggle
Thrown haphazardly
As I skirt issues
Meant to unhinge
The unhinged
I smile sheepishly
Beware the hidden fangs
Ready to bite
The hand, the tongue
That smites

As I mentioned previously

I've lost
     All semblance
          Of sheep

Can't lose
What I never had

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