Frayed

My lips are yet untouched by burning coal;
My thoughts still weary, dreary, cold and dull.
My brain is trapped in block of ice.
Pretty words held fast in vice-
like grip of sadder words today,
My edges blue and frayed.

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2 thoughts on “Frayed

  1. Came Across your blog pretty randomly , glad I did. I gave you a follow so i’ll be sure to come back to your blog.

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