MY OWN GUILT

 

by my own making, by my own hand 

I sought pervasiveness in the land 

that which isn’t meant to be my doing

has made me master in ruining 

I brood every single night in disarray

why has my life become a charade 

at what point did I start to deflect 

my sanity no longer genuflect 

now I swim in my own guilt 

looking back to all that I have loot 

truly, happiness resides not in all you acquire 

my world is already a quagmire 

my conscience pricks me

holding me firm by the jugular by all means 

I’ve been too filthy in this life 

carried away by the jive 

my own guilt viciously stare

this penance is too much to bare 

no one is coming to save my soul 

I am a condemned mole 

@talk2leigh

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2:10pm

23 Jan 2025