STILL CRAZY
In my hands my trembling mind
Has no fort to which to hold things in place
They fall apart with my thoughts
And everything falls to the floor
Shards spread about my feet
And I am left with nowhere to walk.
Copyright B E Saunders 2016
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Reblogged this on Roughtrade Gibson and commented:
This has not had enough attention – I hold my head in my hands…
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