Light flickers through old rafters
Holding up nothing.
Beams that structured the old life
Hold only dusty cobwebs now.
Even the spiders have abandoned them.
Crouching on the remains of the chair,
My arse falls through holes in the stuffing.
I pull the ragged throw of memories around me.
Tears sluice my eyes of the life I live
Leaving them clear and washed,
Open to the past, the old days.
Life still holds me close
Like the ragged rug about my shoulders.
Where am I now?