Broken
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Copyright Protected, ID 09-1578-954-15
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written September 16, 2023
For the International Contest, Any Topic Any Form
Sponsor, Sotto Poet, Judged 09/21/2023
First Place

I am a poet and writer of words,
you know me through my sad poems:
but, there is more to me ... more to this girl,
I found writing at a very young age;
and penning of poetry has become my life.
I used to work in a nursing home for old folks,
this job was so emotional it scarred my heart:
I did not want to love them but I did,
and when death came to them I was broken;
there were stories in those wrinkled hands.
I met death in childhood and we have been friends,
sorrow has walked hand in hand with me each sad step:
death you have taken everyone I love,
my baby, my husband, sister, mother, father, grandma;
in cold stone their names are engraved and I grieve them.
I write this deep pain in my sad poetry,
from a bleeding soul the ink drips, drips, drips:
over and over I pen my sorrow and love,
yet, it never ceases, never disappears, never leaves;
so, I write it again and again.
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023
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