I, Whom Time Abandoned
~ it’s all too familiar, you see ~
Enter.
Ah a bed in one corner.
Watch the walls
Empty
So
Alone
Somewhere in a
Pocket of darkness
A stranger in a stranger land.
Shiver
It is hot then cold.
There are the stacks
Books
Dead on battlegrounds of indifference.
Dust crawls, ants trudge
A tired infestation
Pulls tighter and tighter
Too spent to let go
Veins flow
As a naked light bulb blinds you
And exultant it watches you cringe.
Hide from pain, truth
And all that
Forces feelings so
Savagely upon you.
No ambuscades here —
All too familiar, you see
Whir of fan moves to a
Somnambulist dance of loose papers