A Scaffold Sonnet
- Inspiration In Isolation
- Jul 24, 2020
- 1 min read
There’s a surfeit.
A terrible state
In this my battle:
Rest, not agitate.
What times these?
As empty, it seems
As a heart troubled
With bitter dream
Covid – the trauma
Has struck today
It stole the task
With which I stay
Strong, despite
The fear at night
By Iain Gilmour
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