Revolving door (base) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
beware
the revolving door
that leaves you
where you started
from the beginning
in the very end
and wherever you go
there you are
which is
not exactly
where you want to be
but it is
where you are anyway
It's Just Words 
#1 by 35andupcynicismonhold on December 21, 2012 - 12:12 pm
this hurts, sir RK, huh. 😉 maybe, i did not take the proper caution, lol….
#2 by Ronald Kirk House on December 23, 2012 - 5:09 pm
LOL. 🙂
#3 by 35andupcynicismonhold on December 24, 2012 - 3:54 am
Merry Christmas to you and yours! 🙂
#4 by emmylgant on December 21, 2012 - 1:36 pm
The rhythm gets me. The door is whirling through those words, sounding out a warning like an oracle.
Yes. here I am again.
#5 by Ronald Kirk House on December 21, 2012 - 3:29 pm
And I’m so glad you are here again.
My daughter in in a manic phase again for the past few days. She has stopped eating and taking her medicine and is in her room making scary sounds around the clock. That got me thinking of all the times that my wife came out of the mental health institutions in the same state or worse than when she went in. The revolving door, so to speak. But I tried to keep the poem more generic in the hope that it would have meaning to others who haven’t experienced this specific sadness that I’ve dealt with and am caught up in.
#6 by emmylgant on December 21, 2012 - 5:14 pm
I am so sorry you have to deal with this. I understood that your wife was ill, but I had no idea your daughter was touched by the illness also. My heart goes out to you.
#7 by Ronald Kirk House on December 23, 2012 - 5:13 pm
I don’t write about her much, because it hurts and I don’t want to invade her privacy. Sadly, she isn’t aware that Christmas is near. Her mind is somewhere else, in some other reality. Nothing we can do but wait unless she becomes a danger to herself or to others. No help from medical establishment.