The dark circles under my eyes
Are like the rings inside of trees.
They count the days since
I last had a good nights sleep.

The darker the circles
The deeper the thoughts.
The circles overlap resembling
Layers of melted candle wax.

Maybe I should stop watching.
My piece of mind burns.
Sparked by fear,
Fanned by the unknown,

This fire still burns.
As I stare out the window
Watching; night fades to day
And day fades to night.

I add
another circle.
With hope that
there'll be no
more.