Image my own
Something lies dormant
An uneasy repose
Suppressed
induced sleep
Leaving a chemical taste
The amnesia of unconsciousness
Respiratory cycles loop
Circadian rhythms flattened
Rituals
of
the
anaesthetised
yellow
Beacon for the past /
I feel as though I am witnessing something
I was not supposed to see
A private moment
Made public
It’s almost embarrassing
I feel I should look away
Avert my gaze
I certainly should not have photographed it
Undeciability /
Forest Hill. Image my own.
This yellow keeps on appearing.
Awkward - in it’s restlesss
Intrusive and incongruous
It lies across the plains of my days
An won’t let me pass
Harbinger
I wait
in attendance