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  • Gay Kerry Halseth
    • Aug 31, 2022
    • 1 min read

Frayed and Torn



Frayed and torn

Ripped and worn

Hanging by a thread

I should mend

but will pretend

things are fine instead

flayed and shattered

stripped and battered

begs that I attend

If I ignore

Days will implore

My soul I do Condemn.

Fits and curses

Wool that’s worsted

Wound up in a ball

My brows I knit

With angst I spit

As knots my work, confound.

Spun and tossed

Stitches crossed

Pins that do a prickin’

If there is fear

I persevere

‘Cause time it is a tickin’



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