[Poem] Untouched


Traces of untouched memories,
Seeping in from every inch of these weaknesses.
This alone time,
May very well explode the heart of essence.
Dig a little deeper,
Into the this unknown world
Of me.
Reflections run through as
random recollections fill this room.

(c) Shelley Blake, 2008

About the author

Australian poet and freelance writer, Shelley Blake has been writing from a very early age. Some of her work has been published in magazines that include The Program Melbourne; Inpress Magazine; The Skinny; and, The Ranfurly Review

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