blubs
Well-known member
I love reading everyones poems, so I've tried to write one about sp. I tried hard...so no sarcasm please.
Now that my life has shrunk close around me
Like a hem, unravelling with fear
My links with the world are the weakest threads
Unravelling
And pinning me here
The future stretches thinly and blankly
My old past worn and shapeless memories
I grind over the same old paths of movement
in deathly quiet
Little pieces, cold and longing, cups and kettles, bags and keys
Now that my life has shrunk close around me
Like a hem, unravelling with fear
My links with the world are the weakest threads
Unravelling
And pinning me here
The future stretches thinly and blankly
My old past worn and shapeless memories
I grind over the same old paths of movement
in deathly quiet
Little pieces, cold and longing, cups and kettles, bags and keys