Circle

I’m in a mood.  I’m in a stall.

Can’t hardly see beyond the fall.

The films that play within my mind.

I may not see, but I’m not blind.

I want to feel that something more.

Knocking, mocking at my door.

I crave the kiss, the kiss of death.

But also life!  But also breath!

So, soon I’ll pray and I’ll repent.

Dissent.  Descent.  Relent.  Ascent.

Circle the circle.  Round and round.

I once was lost, but now I’m found.