Cinquain

I cry
For the ones lost
Fragile lives have shattered
Wandering souls in loose rubble
Like I

These thoughts
He knows my name
I give glory to him everyday
If I am not good and he is
Deny me.

She wakes

shifts clumsily

disquiet hovering

tender imprints flower, doves mourn

blood sun.

You took

too much, it seems.

So many holes in me

makes it hard to float. While I sink,

we drown.

My skin

was blue the night

I left, and the next night

until the skin wasn't anymore

It healed

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