Pale and Frail
By: John Kaniecki
When I was committed
In Saint Clair’s
Every morning
I heard the sacrilegious prayers
Our Father
Hail Mary
It was really scary
And there was the girl
Pale and frail
Isolated in her private hell
We all knew she was far from well
Like a zombie
Almost comatose
And she would reach out and grab my arm
And if like magic or a grand gift of charm
Color would fill her face
And she’d smile a grin of grace
Maybe even to laugh
If she wasn’t rebuked by the staff
THAT IS INAPROPRIATE!
And Glen said she must have been raped
Or something worse
I wonder if she ever escaped
Her perpetual curse
It is a shame
I cannot recall her name
Or maybe I was never told
But her haunting image
Is secure in my mind
If only this world could be kind
That is the tale
Of the girl
Pale and frail
John Kaniecki writes prose and poetry. His poetry has appeared in over one hundred outlets. John's poetry is always in a state of flux and he is always reading and learning. John hopes to bring his poetry into this new age and then some. He works as an assistant to a lawyer and also a peace activist and a minister in the Church of Christ.
John has over a dozen books either published by small publishers or self-published. His poem “Tea With Joe Hill” won the Joe Hill Poetry Contest in 2012.
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