Torn and Leaking

Her world is torn and leaking,
Every cloth and flag and pall —
She lays down on a bed of leaves
To think about it all

To think about it all, and find
She’s on a beaten track —
The world is like a carousel:
It always just comes back

It always just comes back, no matter
How far she goes, seeking:
And there’s not much for her to hold,
Her world is torn
And leaking

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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