He felt it,
going around in circles
and never seeing an end to it.
Every new sunrise
offered little in the way of surprise.
Mundane. Ordinary. A fear held deeply
settling into a mind
left muddled. Choices and decisions
made more difficult by the unknowns presented.
He steps out
cautiously treading; steel runners
on a suspect and slippery surface.
Around and around,
the noise of blades cutting,
wearing thin the depth once sound.
Praying for it to break
free to devour him and surround him.
Never seeing an end to it.
Around and around
on the thin ice of a new day!
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik