Alone with my thoughts
Wondering about events past, present, and prophesized
I sew, I sew
Lost in the motions of the thread
Worrying about all those dear to me
I sew, I sew
Weaving in and out, on and on
Wishing for a reprieve
I sew, I sew
All of this stitched across the vast fabric of my mind
The sharp needle pricks me back to reality
YOU ARE READING
Ineffable moments
PoetryA bunch of words floating around my head that somehow came to make a modicum of sense
