Unsated
This train of tears will not cease;
I have travelled far the bitter tide,
tried desperately to stem the flow. No peace
is found. Like a bobbing cork I ride
upon the storm, unsatisfied.
Copyright December 1, 2019
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2019
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