Marbles
When he lost
His mind
There were
A couple of things
He kept hold of
A dice with
No numbers
But two colours
Blue and white
And though he
Knew
This was
Of some
Significance
He could remember
It not
And an anchor
Tied to a piece
Of cord
Which seemed
To fit around
His wrist
Though he was
Not one
To wear bracelets
Neither
Due to fashion
Or principle
And with these
Seemingly meaningless
Objects
He crawled
To the top
Of the mountain
At the end
Of his bed
And curled
Into the foetus
He once was
And wondered
If
He had ever
Been born
At all
Isobel
Mon 12th Jan 2015 07:16
Compelling, and for me hard hitting.