![]() UnspokenA Poem by piccolabeth
In that fatigued waltz
You shuffle through the hall, A blank canvas to me. In that faltering pace You shimmy to the bed, An empty page to me. With that wheezy chest You crumple on the sheets, An unwritten song to me, With those blistered lips You break out a tired smile - A thousand words to me. © 2015 piccolabeth |
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