Aug 2022
Reflections I've seen
in the pool of the self
Whenever my glasses
come down from the shelf
With changing distortions
that ripple and swell
The smallest of pebbles
can shatter my shell
in the pool of the self
Whenever my glasses
come down from the shelf
With changing distortions
that ripple and swell
The smallest of pebbles
can shatter my shell
Psych ward poetry.
Set 3, poem 6.
Set 3, poem 6.
