#115 of 365 – “penance”



I am tired and achy

my bones weak with remorse


my mind a crumbling pillar

of dreams hard to reinforce


I slept through the morning

trying to disappear mistakes


and scattered through the afternoon

trying to extricate


bleak thoughts that rushed into me

like sudden traffic


and dark feelings that spilled

undirected and hemorrhagic


I was caught by a low-breathing

panic of discontent


and so I curled inward as a means

to halt my descent


and waited for the stone penance

of guilt to lament




About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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