guilt

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at some point of our lives we all felt guilt, shame and regret

at some point of our lives we overcame that guilt.

NOT ME

it haunted me like a bow searching for its arrow

every turn I took I would get a glimpse of it

no matter how fast I ran it always outran me

I couldn't escape it

the guilt was adamant on making sure it was the first thing I thought of when I woke up

in my sparks of happiness it lingered around in my thoughts looking for an escape door

flashing warning signs that it was near

it swallowed me whole,

left me despondent,

leaving no room for happiness

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