The emboli

I press the heel of my hands into my eyes
Hoping to see stars
But there’s just black holes
Periodically words jump out
Except that my arms are too tired and
My hands lay in my lap
Useless
There’s no knitting to be done
No skein from which I can make me new
Just unravels that bit further
Moth eaten and moldy
I’ve forgotten how to be worn
The dim light that ekes out from the holes in my mind
Caste shadows of fear on my heart
Whisperings in my ear on a merry go round
Beg the question; “Is this all there is?”

29th April

The emboli

su2anne

Joined April 2011

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