Venita Schindler Poet Free verse

Am 'I So Wicked

Am 'I so wicked
That 'I hold no 
Golden ticket

Is. My soul so 
Broken
That 'I am only choking 

Stones beneath my 
Feet  Cutting deep
Within my flesh 

Carving out the 
Creatures test
Am 'I such a mess

That 'I see you all
As trash
Playing in the fields

Of the aftermath 
Am 'I so wicked
That 'I don't get

No golden ticket..
Toc tokens upon 
the ground 

Do you think I'm
Choking now

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Timothy Hicks February 24, 2016 at 12:10 AM Very dark. I liked this section the best, "Am I such a mess that I see you all as trash playing in the fields" ... it's a very unsettling image to think so lowly of people. Afraid I'm not sure what you mean by "toc tickets", however. Venita Schindler February 24, 2016 at 1:55 PM Meaning a twisted mind Forbidden fruit.. That holds no confession upon they tongue..the asking before ones last breath will the wicked soul ask ..the golden ticket way unto the golden gate of heaven