Raw moments

 

 

 

Raw moments buttoned tidily
to keep me from the draughts,
which sigh and sing so chillingly;
beat time upon my heart.

Such sadness bloused becoming,
to clothe the days of grief,
pin-tucked and trimmed for others;
to keep me always neat.

But hidden times will call them forth,
burst free from dress demands,
when threads of form can hold no more
and pain is in command.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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