RemediesA Poem by Matt Fellows
Forehead constantly cracked,
Eyes raised at a cold degree, The shelf life expired with the surroundings in your mind, A frozen circle of a melody, Sticking and skipping but not on repeat, Can’t say I don’t see why you did it, A drenched tap perhaps took longer to fill the cup of fulfilment, Coming home to stagnant water, Resting ajar the cupboard contains no crockery, When did you overfill your mouth and stomach with remedies? When will they work? © 2021 Matt Fellows |
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Added on August 21, 2021 Last Updated on August 21, 2021 Author
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