$CLOUT Poetry - This Nest of Wool


A poem about what I thought was left behind.

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Spun around
Whilst seated still
Slumped within this nest of wool

It doesn’t age
Nor even move
The world just races past it at will

While I’m here
I can’t change
I can only pretend to try

Any attempt
At crossing the lines
And you pull my feet back in

You want to play
The role of sage
One that’s ventured beyond themselves

But while you stay
In this cosy home
You won’t ever look upon its mess

I still spin
Beyond the nest
But now I frequently fall down

I return to you
Your home preserved
But the mess you’ve now consumed

I try and clean
What isn’t there
To atone for your littered insides

But I can’t do this
Without your willingness to try.

© Rambling Rose, 2021. All rights reserved.

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