The Bag Lady
She humbles herself
With her lack of ambition
A stain of sadness
In all that she wears
She mumbles through life
With words of conviction
banished from gladness
by guilt that she bears
She crumbles inside
From a need for contrition
A martyr for madness
she sits and she stares
Copyright © Erica Lewis | Year Posted 2008
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