UTTERLY VAIN-Poetry

Out of the vanity that traps me,

         Binding to heart cold as ice.

         I close my eyes to another’s plea.

And cling to my sinful vice.     

In the moments of my redemption,

         I’ve shown the blackness of my soul.

         On me, I’ve drawn the attention,

while pushing others into a hole.

My sins I have collected,

         leaving a trail of pain.

         To all, I have neglected.

As I remain utterly vain.

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Utterly Vain

by Stephanie Daich