The
Threadballs (on the ground)
We are
thoughts;
You
should have thought us;
You
should have brought us!
We
should have risen
With
glorious sound;
But
here like threadballs
We
are earth-bound.
We
are a watchword;
Life,
by your sloth,
Has
been refused us.
By
worms we're eaten
All
up and down;
No
fruit will have us
For
spreading crown.
We
are songs
In
the depths of your heart
We
lay and waited;
You
called us not.
May
your throat and voice
We
are tears
Which
were never shed.
The
cutting ice
We
could have melted;
Is
frozen into
A
stubborn heart.
The
wound is closed;
Our
power is lost.
We
are deeds
You
have left undone;
Strangled
by doubt,
Spoiled
ere begun.
At
the Judgement Day
To
tell our tale;
Keith and Marnie
Elliott’s “REMEDY” Site
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