after…
my heart is heavy, weighed down with grief
and poetry has sunk like a stone in my soul
thoughts are jumbled, unclear
my footsteps falter as I try to find the path
which will lead me out of this dark place
as, with clouded eyes, I splash through my tears
Sheridan
07.02.68. - 20.08.16.
Bery moving, Ida - and the poetry is still there.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Alison - the first in a long time. xx
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