The Near Poem by Guy Northam

The Near



I try to behave in ways that are warm
But tatters my heart in the cold of the storm.

And tatters my mind, unwound in the wind;
Untethered my soul, now ripped and unkinned.

Friday, March 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: lovesick
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