Wrong Steps

By S. Adila

saturn's ring is like sanctuary,

one he craves

to circle him whole.

jotted down his thoughts,

one he dreams

to carve his role.

what's beyond the door,

he asked,

creaking it open only to meet

another window,

one he couldn't get through.

lies there he ponders,

the ring there envelopes him whole.

the thought springs like a life on its own.

but the door close upon his frown,

not seeing the mistakes

he has done.