'TEN' by Nic Askew

In a dream more real than his daytime
A grown man meets himself.

Himself at just ten. With the light
In his eyes. And the world in his heart.

But he can't.

And in the deafening silence he shakes
Uncontrollably. As the years
Of an unconsidered life spill over.

And in that silence everything changes.

Forever.

Perhaps the ten year old
Had been his
Very soul in disguise.

Come to shake him
From the prison of his daytime.