Mocking words

A tired mind
A weary heart
Bereft of words
Immobilised.

Stranded in space
Alone, forlorn
Mocking words sound
Pierce the wounded soul.

Shards of glass
Rains, punctures
Prisms of colours
Shielding its nature.

– FlorenceT

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Dabbles in writing, loves music and nature. Sierra Leonean

ruminations on life at fifty ... or so ...

Creating Art, Poetry and Fiction.

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