CINQUAIN by Lisa Arnold

 

 

 

demons

descend upon

hollow souls harboring

forgotten sins committed long

ago

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open

bottle of wine

I pray you will stay and

celebrate my victory, but

you leave

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I see

my reflection

in a broken mirror

and witness deterioration

of youth

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inside

your eyes I see

the same pain I suffer

I hope our strength can carry us

both through

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sorry

falls from your lips

weighted like a coffin,

from you I hopelessly long for

release

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warm sun

graces my face

I long for you to call,

as shadows fall over dusk

I wait

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favors

asked of child:

walk home with group of friends

lock the door, open it only

for me

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laying

beneath the moon

on a blanket of grass

counting falling stars and wishing

for you

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hoping

to reach salvation

inside frosted bottle

I pray it will offer rescue

I lose

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today

was near perfect

I won a few bucks in

the lottery and my divorce

was final

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