Kira’s Sunday Scribbles – The Hidden Void


In the fourth dimensional darkness,

I stare into space and see

a pair of cerulean eyes staring back at me.

As I tremble gazing into starkness,

that nondescript hidden void,

I close the kitchen cupboard door

feeling rather annoyed.

My memory, it’s very poor.

I’d forgotten what I’d gone there for. 


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 20/August/2018