The Cons of Making It to Thirty

With my knees on the floor.
Elbows to the mattress.
Forsaken lovers dance.
Across the lids of my eyes.

I’m not a sinner.
I just came from confession.
One Act of Contrition.
Three Hail Mary’s.

I’m not a heartbreaker.
I came home alone.
One bold, red tattoo.
Three feet of severed hair.

My eternal penance.
For a broken word.
Is a ball and chain.
With a broken lock.

I paid for individuality.
With a happy home.
And unborn children.
The condemnation of freedom.

5 responses to “The Cons of Making It to Thirty

  1. Intensely dark and I’ve always loved that about your writing.
    You get into the very core of humanity and what one’s goes through in life and contemplating with the struggles of everyday situations.

    Perfect poem one of my favorites by you. 🙂

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