" Time Circling" Poem by Peter Vealey

Like froth,
Spilled at Midnight.
That view in the dark,
In another`s toilet.
Seeing worlds beyond these,
Oh so there!
Where?
Please where do these go to?
I have never had any control.
The 'MIND'?
Where does it go,
Oh!
When resting?
Like froth?
My spirit?
The colour?
A joy of life.
It was there,
Somewhere in Mid-August 1972
In Kent?
Forever stored and destroyed?
For me a present to you?
Whoever?
Believes in tomorrow?
Is,
More powerful than this fleeting moment?
'Maimed'
Yet Blamed
PEACE OF MIND!