Touch of Medusa

A Poem by Jon Roggie

Slowly,

I turn to stone.

Hands show it first.

You grow to an understanding.

Wait.

Be patient.

The touch will soon fade away.

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Added on August 9, 2017
Last Updated on August 9, 2017

I tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..

Been a stretch