Behind Beyond

Beyond

there is movement in the

great wide world.

The constant spinning of a reality

now different to my own.

The sun hits the window but cannot

break through. Something

stands in the way of

me and the light,

And in such desperation I wait.

A calm chaos pressing on me,

creating chunks of shadow,

a missing piece. A new wound.

My hair sticks to my face

and the red walls of the brightly shadowed room

close in.

The hearth is black and cold,

and above the hands in the face stand still.

Time moves no more for me here

for here is where time

left you behind.