Poems: "21" and "Wrongful Deed"

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by Kyle Manigault


21

Dear Khalil,

As my eyes close

I hear you whisper

"Don’t cry. I’m fine.

We will meet again"

But again seems too long.

I miss playing ball together.

I always win, remember?

You say I cheat,

And really I do.

I lost score, and say I’m winning,

Since you’re gone,

I can’t play anymore.

Once my time comes,

We will play again.

This time God's keeping score.

WRONGFUL DEED

My first and last name

Will always be murderer.

I fear for what might

Happen in my future.

I didn’t meant to kill him,

But Jack Daniels assisted me

To walk down the evil path.

I don’t remember how the knife got in my hand.

I don’t remember how the blood got on my skin.

But I’m sorry for becoming

What I am not:

A monster.