Confessions of a Teenage Poet

The Lone Sinner

Whispering, caressing wind

From the heaven's they were sent

And for my sake they were delivered

To comfort the lonely and broken sinner.

In a heartbeat I would sin again

For the health of my one and only friend

But all was done in vain

As my friend, my companion, went insane

Alone he left me in this world

A jaded and empty girl

My friend gone, my only console is, the wind

My battered soul it wil mend.

The guilt of my crime in his name

Drove him over the edge

He wished, he prayed he could have the blame

But, alas, I took the crimnal's pledge.

"It was me! I am guilty." I cried out

Ignoring my friends protesting shouts

The truth fell from my lips

And my friend's hopes began to slip

"You see, he is ill." I began to explain

Unaware of his ever increasing pain.

"For him, I stole." Said I

And only then did I see him beginning to cry

"Weep not!" I demanded.

"Your sickness shall fall." I commanded.

In a strained voice he whispered, "That is not why I weep."

Uncomprehending I kneeled beside him, "But your health it is yours to keep."

His arms pulled me into an embrace

As the tears continued to trail down his face

"Oh dear girl, you are innocent." Said he

My eyes fell upon his and I questioned, "How do you mean?"

"Your soul is pure." he said with a smile

"You can withstand all of life's trials."

Ever confused I stared into his wise eyes

And that was our last exchange as I was forced to say goodbye.

And so, here I am, alone in my cell.

Writing upon the wall for I can no longer yell.

They brought the news of his suicide with laughter and drink

All the while ignoring me as my heart continued to sink.

The wind flows through the small window

And wraps me up, comforting in my sorrow

In the wind's fleeting touch I feel his embrace

And now the tears, they trail down my face.