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Paper Loss

Charcoal on my fingers
and tears caught on my lips-
I am charged through the tips
of my icicle toes.
The face on pale canvas
wonders at my sight-
he knows he isn't real.
Please diagnose me with loss-
I want to excuse my sins
and call this "past".
But beady eyes-
upon paper prayers
and guilty hands-
will not let me go.

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  • MysteriousWhisper
    March 24

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    it seems like you are trying to let go of something that is hard to let go off. i like the emotion that you put in it. good job


  • brianmc
    March 24

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    I wonder what you were writing when the inspiration came to you for this poem. 'Charcoal on my fingers', sets the scene on which the rest of the poem delivers, well done great job.