Occupational Hazard
P reparing for work, my uniform blue.
A ligning heart and mind to things ahead.
R eworking puzzles, things that I can do.
A voiding mistakes, fending off the dead.
M any times past, I've knocked at heavens door,
E ntrusting souls that no longer held life.
D istressed and hurting, could I have done more?
I nsisting industry, sadness so rife.
C an one become numb, this job alignment?
S ealing heart against permanent damage?
R ather tools gifted for this assignment,
O n management of ravage from vantage.
L etting mind roam free while getting ready.
E ven mind is kept, and hands are steady.
-Angel Fatale-
-acrostic sonnet-
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