Circles

Latched onto a beam of light
A ray in darkness
My prism is dirty
Though the light is pure,
The refractions are distorted

All my thoughts go in circles
“Did they understand this”
“Do they get that”
Am I only ever enough
Or do my presence break the light
Into shadows
Into no-light

Caught on a beam of bright
A warmth in sadness
My mind is filled
Am I smothering the heat
There’s a storm let inside.

All my thoughts go in circles
“Did I say enough”
“Did I say too much”
Am I all too much
Or am I dosing the fire
With unnecessary
Extra words