roslyn ross - small stones and other poems
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Deep down
Deep down
in the sullen socks of Self
I see my truth rubbed raw,
in holes of irritation,
in stretched unfeeling threads
which pull upon
my trodden dreams
in ancient, aching dread.
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