Lissie`s poetry
Saturday, 25 June 2022
I feel like hot pokers stabbing me,
as I walk across hot coals
blisters open , soars bleeding
no help offered to guide me
I am a lonely figure walking through the embers crying.....
© Lis Bull 2022
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