Circles

Bright eyes lit with darkness
In a place that feels rightly
Wrong
Pillow in place of partner
I am alone.
Cry myself to wake
Dreams of home
Haunt the sleeping day.
I wish hard,
Popping brain cells trying to
Teleport, just outside,
Just..
Warm.
Chills encompass the sterile walls
So the heat waves reach toward me,
Yearning for my touch.
The days never seem to end,
Begin,
Middle,
Just, here.

(c) Sarah Beth 2012