That One Spot

It started small
Not even noticeable at first
Maybe this fabric
Is not blessed, but cursed.

It has been plain cotton
Now it is Egyptian prime
Why think of it as cursed
It has committed no crime.

Yet it seems that it brings
Emotion to a head here
That fabric covers my pillow
And the spot, a fallen tear.

Night seems to open floodgates
From a mind that always gropes
For a moment of peace and quiet
A moment to reflect on new hopes.

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About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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3 Responses to That One Spot

  1. Phyllis Sears says:

    Such a great image you have portrayed You always amaze me with your writings. I love this one too Hugs my friend

  2. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words says:

    this is one to re-read…
    for it along with the night opens floodgates
    Beautiful…
    )0(

  3. aionion says:

    Your words speak so true

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