I think of what I should've done

and what I meant to tell you.

I cringe when I think about

all the things I wanted to do.


Guilt keeps me up at night

judging and haunting my soul.

Telling me what should've been.

Taking until I don't feel whole.


But I never met your expectations.

So, how do I get away from this guilt?

I am held in shackles as its prisoner.

Oddly, it's a prison that I built.

  • Author: Christina (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 27th, 2016 18:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: Old haunting guilt to match my fusion poem Journey.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 39


  • BSmooth

    Good one

  • Jeff

    I can certainly relate to this... Great job on your poem.. Very well done

    • Christina8

      I very much appreciate it!!

    • WriteBeLight


    • nic

      this piece...
      Thank you for sharing.

      • Christina8

        Thanks for reviewing. Much appreciated!!

      • scorchedwings

        I'm so with this one. A beautiful write.
        A lot of depth to it. Xx

        • Christina8

          Thank you so very much!

        • mylittleheart

          This is amazing

          • Christina8

            I appreciate it. Thanks!

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