A slight girl of 12
she was,
caressing all her sins;
Every broken thing had to be mended,
never binned.
Now, I’ve outlived her four years or so-
yet I stay the same…
glancing at every chance I have,
trying to stay sane.
And yet she lies
with broken eyes,
confessing all her sins.
In a tiny corner still,
a pen in hand,
on paper her heart lands,
that smile is my greatest sin.
Que sera sera.
I try to breathe,
and sit all pretty and still.
Brooding, crying, face in hand — that’s all it takes to kill.
© achillesheelpoetry, 2022
Trying my hand at semi free verses. The errors in punctuation are intentional and open to interpretation.
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We condemn a sin before we’ve even tried it; and here are sixteen to the name.
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