Blue Torus

Running circles on a circle,
hoping to break free.
Day after day,
round after round.

My brain hurts. Salty taste. Shaky legs.

I saw it coming,
talked about it,
thought about it,
asked for help,
and help was offered.

I accepted and fell into the same trap again.

Who are these people?
What is family?
Why so bleak?

The sum of its parts
and then some. Maybe.

This torus is not a spiral
but it sure feels like one
while running circles on it
at least from my point of view.

I’m dizzy. I need to sit down.