BLUE ANKLETS

Fuzzy blue anklets, tidy packed, Bought as the season snored. Kept me cozy through the fall. They, petite and pretty to sight, But they warmth like a fist tight. Gone through places, I conceit, On and on, bound to my stride, Obligated, stayed by indefinitely. Held the path, made me hide. Present, calm, the faded blue, Compiled, knitted keenly to abide. Waited for a weak might break, To sight it frail, to get it dread. An eruption of fatigue, coward cries, A showcase of time, a passage of life. The stripped blue anklet socks, Snagged and frayed, dull and dead. A peeking toe, a covert show, A torn sock, a rigid welt. The knotted sock ball is feeble dead.