Out of stepping stones.


cropped-the-naze-040.jpgRestlessness is settling

inside my soul.

The dark edges of reality

are seeping through the

grate, the daily sludge slipping

through leaving behind the

stench of absent truths.


Karen Hayward ©2016


2 thoughts on “Out of stepping stones.

  1. Thanks Mr Zigzag, this poem was some left over thoughts from yesterday, today however I plan to conquer the whole entire world…or the housework, still deciding 🙂

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