john monks

Beyond Broken

It felt so familiar
Standing in the foyer
Looking at the oval mirror
Which was no longer there.

Walking down the passage
Stopping at the bookshelf
Searching for a message
To reinforce the sense of self

Paint peeling off the walls
Faded pale from sun shine
Though dusk fills the halls
Beyond broken window blinds

It doesn’t smell the same
There was a fragrant memory
That no longer remains
Yet remembered for eternity

Occasionally the simple things
Would remind of past events
Like unmade beds and lost rings
Having somehow been relevant

It is only after the final exit
Clearing the mind with fresh air
That the partial memories fade
With concentration on elsewhere


Ria – Jan 7, 2017