Old Laundry
Painted and withering
Is this hopefulness.
So overridden
is my speech now.
Desiring a fading
is the only route.
Blood stained sheets,
wrapped, comforted
albeit held prisoner.
White washing machine
Not too tidy any longer.
Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2011
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