Living Poem by Gillian Commerford

Living



Sometimes I look at life
and wonder what's the meaning
I strip away the layers
till my fingers lose all feeling
revealing at the centre
a jewel strangely flawed
spinning motionless
till it shatters on the floor.

Sunday, September 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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