The Circle
I sit in a circle in my mind.
My knees folded.
I hold my hands out.
Palms towards the sky.
Glass shards fly into my eyes.
Piercing my soul.
Rivulets of tears course down.
Mingled with blood.
Why am I still here?
Steel bands surround me,
Moving ever inward.
The circle tightens.
The pain is intense.
In the circle in my mind,
I try to free myself.
There is no freedom.
The pain surrounds me.
The circle tightens.
Soon there will be nothing left.
Will you be gone then?
Will the circle free me?