Even the bitter winter cold
carries more warmth
than the shattered
jewel that was once my heart
I am a spectre
a wraith that shuns the sun
that shies away from the smiles
and laughter of those yet alive
my covered eyes
never reveal the anger and pain
and fake smiles assure the breathers
I mean them no harm
the remnants of my soul
now bitter memories
of a time my heart could feel
and my mind was at peace
oh father, how I have sinned,
I have given up on myself
long before your angels could come
and bestow grace and forgiveness
© Antonio Beardall
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