Circle by April Broeckx

Sometimes the clouds are greyly lit

Like night has somehow stained their precious view

Just like a giant, which will sit

And blot out the sun for you

The day does bring some happy thoughts

But then the night comes back around

And brings with it that which it oughts

To use to break your spirit to the ground

Around, around, this circle goes

Yet still, your face, it seems...

It glows.

 

-April Broeckx

Author's Note

Tell me what you think about it. :)