her World

As the lights dim around her she squints,
the scratching of pen against paper becomes a dream,
the ticking of a Clock, ricochets at the back of her mind,
the Lights disappear.

And still the figure sits,
invisible words visible to her,
as she waits,
the clock ticks.

And Ticks and Ticks -

the sounds begin to disappear,

the scratching of pen against imaginary walls,

and away in the distance -

lies - nothing.