Impoverished is the healing
Truth is dwindled to nothing
There is nothing left to redeem
While guilt is thrusted on
An element of ridicule lingers
Nothing spoken is worth it
The struggle to exist is real
Fault is yours and is chagrin
No one but you to criticize
Yet, you give in each time
Riddled becomes innocence
And it is always your name

Published by Quotidian Blessing

InfoSec Director|WIT Mentor-Protege Vice Chair|ATA Convention Women's Forum Chair|Published Poet

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