Wistful Words. Poem by Sharlie Goddard
Wistful Words.
Wistful words
Hang in a frosted air,
Hopeless things uttered
Sharding a trust.
I look at a floor
Of imperfection
And try to make a mosaic of the brilliant colours
But they are blurring and churning and slip like peas in a frying pan.
My eyelids are so thick and heavy
That
I
I
I,
Uselessly I
Scream into an ocean
It hits a tidal wall and echo’s back.
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