Vision
I'm trapped in the sleeves of my mourning jacket
unable to pull the wool from my eyes
This is my new lense for seeing
grief is all encompassing
The heart becomes blind
The spirit rages with every sigh ,the soul trying to flee the skin through every tear
Copyright © Kelly Hawkins | Year Posted 2023
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