Sometimes the grey stone
hangs heavy
around my neck
diverting my gaze
into the earth
and the name written on its face
reminds me of my impending end
Terry Farrell (Western Australia)
First published in Poems for the Revolution of Love (proximitypoetry.com 2012)
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