I sit in the corner,

And my mind travels the world.

How it has been,

How it is,

How it might be.

Thoughts follow each other,

Like carriages on a train,

Racing, ever faster,

Through the confused darkness,

Until the inevitable...

Derailment

Thoughts collect,

Like colourful, round, balls,

Filling a children’s pit,

And I go diving.

Drowning,

Deeper and deeper,

Darker and darker,

Until I cannot breathe.

I reach,

Clutching for safety,

But I catch only smoke,

And it slips through my fingers.

I kick,

But there is only void.

Until at last

A small spark,

At first so frail,

Yet growing ever stronger,

Invades the darkness.

At first I shield my eyes,

Then surrender,

Trust,

In it’s all encompassing,

Saving embrace.

I open my eyes.

I sit in the corner,

And watch as the people stare,

And I wait.