Best Poems Written by Rosie Potts

Inmate

37 years I've been held captive by her.
My sweet  of a saviour.
Seized,etched in my weary worn crib,
Both prisoner's
Where strange hands hold the key.

Her family appendages reach out to mine
In a tormented, mechanical embrace.

To be a fly, that loves a day. An hour. 

The tired worn threads hold secrets, seen things.
Seen little. 

For a brief moment the fly paused in its flight.

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