Come In

Come in,

Sit yourself down, take up your pen—

There, your favorite one.

Enough ink yet

Remains,



Remains

To boldly write down your good deeds.

Yes, there’s not so many,

Less than a page.

Go on.



Go on,

List one, list two, list some not true.

Cover that damn page if

It takes all day.

Just write.



Just write,

Then flip the page over, go dark,

List your sins, bare your heart.

Blackness inside,

Hidden.



Hidden

Where no one can see what lies foul

In your flesh, blood and bone,

Your heart, your soul.

Come in.

©2021 KT Workman


(Note: Crown Cinquain—a series of 5 (entire) Crapsey Cinquains, 25 lines total. Syllable count 2-8-6-4-2 in each stanza; written with breaks between stanzas. Rhyme is optional. The last line of the previous cinquain is repeated as the first line of the next cinquain. The final line of the last cinquain does not have to equal the first line of the first cinquain, but is optional.)

Credit for the definition goes to Abigail Gronway at Dark Side of the Moon.

Image by andreas160578 from Pixabay

8 thoughts on “Come In

    1. No, but at some point in our lives, most of us realize we could have done better. We humans think too much about our own wants and needs and not of other’s. And I m no different. We’re a self-absorbed lot, and modern technology hasn’t helped.

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