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Penance

Toxic shame lingers
like pale, dense fog
in early morning hours

hauntingly, it echoes
hindering slumber
and assuredly devours

Unsettled restlessness
of a broken soul
troubled, vacant stare

heavy, self-appointed
and battered cross
my weakened shoulders bear

Through tearful lenses
I easily see
my penance has just begun

who shall save me
from myself?
alas, I've come undone
Written by mel44
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