It will crush you
Spirit and soul
It'll belittle you
HAS to be in control
At ALL times
You'll never be fine
As long as it lingers 'round
It's silent
Never makes a sound
Creeps up on you both at the most crucial and random moments
If you find peace, it'll only last a moment
IT is your best friend
Never wants to leave you
'With you 'til the end,' they say
Keeps okay-ness far at bay
This creature I yearn to slay
Unfortunately, Guilt doesn't possess the matter nor mass it takes
It'll come and go
Leaving not a single trace
Putting worry upon your face
Dreading its return
Everything is all on you
Even if it isn't true
I can sense its metaphysical smirk
Its silent evil chuckle
My fear has now doubled
Guilt turns to loathing
And I don't mean to start boasting,
But I'm quite the pro at this thing.
I question myself-Why am I even here?
All I do is create chaos,
Like a scary monster,
I hurt others,
And am out of control
It's hard enough to accept this
But I don't need reminding (of it)
As I impatiently wait for its departure.
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Random Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of bad poetry I've managed to compose through the slurs of ink we've come to know as letters we form into what we know as language. The '*'s indicate that this poem is a little on the sad/darker side.
