The guilt takes me by no surprise,
Always surrounded by lies.
Words twisted; meanings changed,
Swirling memories of past blame.
A promise made; a loophole found,
For this I am bound.
I knew what I was doing,
I knew I could not go back.
It was a simple want; a small fun,
For the price of a used gun.
Boredom and desperation seep in,
the lesser known of my sin.
I tried to make it better,
Words sounding greater in my head.
But nothing now can undo what's done,
By no surprise I myself am shunned.
A promise made; a loophole found,
For this I am bound.
I never should have endorsed that one,
But oh so fun it seemed.
Now I can't go back; can't be found,
In the wallow of fun I drown.
The guilt takes me by no surprise,
For this I have made my own demise.
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The Battle
PoetryTwo sides, Stuck in an eternal dance, To fight, to win, to live, to lose, to die. A dance not for the faint of heart, But for the bold and courageous. Both going for the heart, To take it out, and be the first to spill blood. For an eternity has th...
