Nothing Mends Poem by Paula Puddephatt
Nothing Mends
The slamming shut of dreams;
The darkness that descends;
I'm finding no new themes,
And nothing mends.
What's broken stays that way.
I don't have peace of mind.
The silver in my grey
Is redefined,
And redefined again.
The cycle just repeats.
Keep scrubbing the same stain:
All life's defeats.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: silver
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