You just rest there,
calmly sewing your soul
to your sins.
Have you no conscience?
Your misdeeds are
a compass
steering you in
the wrong direction.
The last remaining
pieces of you ,
the only remembrance
I have left
slowly disappear and
progressively float away,
out of my reach.
As I try to
recollect what
is left you
I soon realize that
you have vanished.
© Nishka Ramkhelawan
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Grade 11
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