Tired hands,
stone feet.
Frozen in the
cage of time.
The minutes
escape me.
The hours
turn to dust.
The days
wrinkle my skin.
Another year
of wishing,
hoping,
searching,
for a
pause button,
a moment,
to stop,
to breathe
- EJ
©Emma-Jane Barlow,
all words are my own.
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A Collection Of Poetry (EJPoetry)
PoésieA collection of poetry that I have shared on different social media platforms. I will keep adding to this collection so add it to your library. Follow me on Instagram, Twitter & Facebook @EmmaJanePoetry.
