Without a Good Life

What is enough
without a good life
when adrift in storms
and drenched in stuff.

Then one sunny day
your caught
in a raining room......
within a mind
no umbrella of friends
- nor time.

Paint peels - walls crack
a vision amid the seams
the un-reality of what was
no twinkle or a beam
no sounds of life
just -
the in-between.