The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 496 ~ #Poetry

Wordle 496

It is no surprise my soul has sunk below the water line

I lost the race to suppress the evil in me.

I had a morsel of hope, for the feeling of shame

Would act like a hand to pull me back to reality.

I would not wait in line to vote that Spring

would bring forth the changes

To prevent my soul from becoming charcoal

It is inhumane to ask the congregation

For more prayers, rosaries spoken on my behalf.

I am beyond redemption…

© Anita Dawes 2021

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