Circles Poem by Fiona Davidson

Endless searching, seeking through time
Fingers reaching to draw out memories
While the mist slowly settles over
Suffocating your senses like a blanket
The shutters in your soul slide down
And you sit in a twilight room of life
Confused by simplicity. driven by fear
A seconds rest, so precious to me
Becomes this shadow walk to eternity
Morpheus enters then withdraws leaving us
To struggle with monotonous circles
Tattooed upon our skin like scars
Here we reside in the half light
While the world continues to turn