Blood Guilty
It slipped through.
A life,
An existance.
Mine to save?
Maybe.
A responsibility thrust upon me
A blossom, falling through
weak fingers
to fall
and be crushed.
I didn't even try
to catch it.
and now this blood,
won't come off of
my hands.
Copyright © Brittney Rhoda-Goode | Year Posted 2008
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