Running in circles
trying to find the solution
to a quest not yet known.
He reaches for reasons
untamed by society
only to find his loneliness.
He stumbles at every rounded corner
only to realize there was no beginning
and scared to admit, no end.
His confusion escalates,
he hides himself under a mask of lies,
worried that someone will find the true him.
His angry words lash out at perpetrators
trying to protect his fragile heart.
Fearing acceptance of his insecurities.
He stops to rest his tired body
he stares at the bleak roundness
only long enough to think of new tactics.
His mind flies, searching,
Wanting, needing the answers but unsure
if the truth is what he seeks.
His emotions rise, tears of frustration fall.
His inquiry continues without conclusion.
Only more questions form on his lips.
I stand watching in astonishment.
Trying to reach my hand through this circle of bleakness.
Looking for his escape, knowing only he can find one.
Dazed, he stops his diligence.
He admits his ignorance and selfishness.
The circle disappears so the learning can begin.
Copyright © 2000 A. Jones