Monday, 29 June 2020

I Tried to Tell.


I tried to tell - family and friends
Who I really am,
But the ink had faded off the page
Before I wrote a word.

Touch me - yes - I have not gone away,
But I wish you could reach my mind.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
June 29th. 2020.
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