Uninvited Poem by Andy Wood

Uninvited



I am the watcher.
I see the cold light,
The hard concrete.
The blobs of shadows
Pool across
Irregular surfaces,
Shifting in the
Wake of walls,
Flooding across spaces.
I feel turmoil in every cell.
I am distressed and impotent.
I am the watcher.

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Andy Wood

Andy Wood

Newcastle Upon Tyne
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