Guilt

Every step I take..I rue
My print destroys this world 
It fills.. with spills of poisons..brewed
The trail fades..behind 

All's curdled

Filling in..since our begin 
Full of all our silt
Band-aids.. placed on open sores
Cures not the cause..the festering 

Such anguish felt..such guilt 

Me..in gathered years of mine 
Tho just a speck of being
I see the change..in all aspects 
I fear for children..mine 

They...now.. they are seeing 

And receiving..

All the gifts that greed has wrought 

Sad