Black And White

Circle

A circle.

I'm running in a circle –

Sliding on the curves

like a skater on ice.

But it's still a circle.

I'm twirling in a circle –

Dancing around

like this is my circle.

But it's just a circle.

I'm lost in a circle -

Feeling around

like I haven't been here before.

But I know this circle.

I've been here before

and as soon as I think I've slid away

the curve approaches again.

I'm trapped in this circle –

With no doors and no windows.

My circle is like

my prison.

But I chose this circle.

Now I'm stuck in this

ring around a rosy

slow motion.

But this circle is filled

to the brim

with my memories

and I'm getting dizzy.

But this circle

is familiar.

This circle was my choice,

but I want out of this circle.

{ 2018 }