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A Monchielle - prompt "Shaped Like a Scar" |
| A poem in Moncielle form (entry #92 page one of "Poetry Forms" ) for the "Invalid Item" contest. Your love is shaped Like the scars On his face, Those that he Can never erase. Your love is shaped Molded from the Hate in your eyes, Like your mouth As it utters those lies. Your love is shaped Not like the expected Parental concern, Your only motive His money to burn. Your love is shaped Like a heavy burden. That's all he is to you. You leave him hurting, Confused of what to do. Your love is shaped Like the jail cell That will hold you one day. Understand this, You are headed that way! Your love is shaped Dear Lord, like the scars That You bare. Reach into his soul And show him You care. Your love is shaped From the tears That roll off his face. I'll help him, Dear Lord, Find real love; Your grace. |