sometime you can't help but feel your life is just another circle you are thrown in


another circle

sharp staccato bursts
of swirling words
crisscrossing conversations
without end

appearing disappearing
rising falling like
comets in tobacco skies
a noisy circle closes in

i am weary
i am weary
going round 

heart is silence
glows in liquid light
despondent tossed
in fitful sleep

in dreams i fly away
takes days sometime
walking back awake
to find a mind inside

i am weary
i am weary 
still



Jackson Lucas ©2025
jjacksonlucas@yahoo.com

Another Circle

Jackson Lucas