Anne's Truest Confession
I smiled and told them,
"Think of all the beauty still left
around you and be happy."
Inside of myself, I was shuddering
from the cold that I felt, within my heart.
I never spilled the black ink
that resides within my veins, instead
I tiptoed them blue, in the hushed
thoughts of concentration.
Captured within those small
walls, I begged for them not
to take me, not to peel the
flesh from my bones.
I allowed Typhus to rape my body,
so that I could thrive in my
eternal home.
This was my attempt at confessional poetry. I like some of it, but I feel that it needs to be developed more. Does anyone have suggestions on how I could do this?
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