As time moves its second hand forward
I am stuck at something past something
Time doesn't seem to have a purpose
When inside me there is nothing
It could be rain or it could be storms
It could even be a rainbow of colours
But weather means nothing to me
Other than how the denseness of it smothers
So how do I find a meaning right now
Something to help me move on at least
I need to breathe in, then out and in again
Until the return of Beauty and the Beast
© Janeen Hayes 2013