Every day a new layer of silver
Wrapped around the rubbing grain
A favourite shoe that doesn't fit
A shirt with a hole worn through
It seems so pretty from afar
The desire maintained by the gap
Inexplicably the thread remains
Two drowned souls in a boat
Lying at the bottom of the lake
Secrets and shame in their pockets
Ego fish eat the eyes and tongues
These bones show no bruises
Sitting on a trampoline under blankets
Clouds pass as a dog is hit by a car.
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The word (a collection)
PoetryA collection of poetry. Short, longer. General, personal. Traditional and esoterical. Will add with time, as I sift through the random pile. Let me know if I accidentally double post anything :)
