Mar 2
3 min read
Spent
A poem of lament and some thoughts on mental health
SPENT
Words lay dead as brown leaves
covered in cold white.
Barren, empty.
Why torment me?
I desire, yet no expression
only an empty vessel
a tornado of stories half-written
Writer of stories and poetry. Christ follower. Yorkshire lass living in Ontario. Loves nature and gardening. https://lynnecollier.com/my-books/
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