In a quiet gully
In a shy valley
I eek out my life
Hour by hour
Washing with words
The pain I feel
Like an iodined cut
Across my throat
My eyes feel heavy,
And worried with sadness
Misted over
Scanning the patterns
In some old
Wallpapered room
Boxed full
Of empty memories
That I have built
For myself
As a haven for grief
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
In a quiet gully
In a shy valley
I eek out my life
Hour by hour
Washing with words
The pain I feel
Like an iodined cut
Across my throat
My eyes feel heavy,
And worried with sadness
Misted over
Scanning the patterns
In some old
Wallpapered room
Boxed full
Of empty memories
That I have built
For myself
As a haven for grief
A work in progress
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