Penitent Souls
The throng of tearied-eyed neighbors will claim,
her decision to part ways was only in vain;
blood-shot eyes and fustrations amidst,
Discerning for something- an indication they missed.
Yet curiosly there are some who sit stoic amongst one-another,
attempting to block out the tocsin wails of her mother.
Vacant bodies occupying the church pews,
devoid of astonishment-for all this time they knew.
This poem is about:
Me
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