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)
- 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
Comments6
Good one
Thanks!
I can certainly relate to this... Great job on your poem.. Very well done
I very much appreciate it!!
Cool!
Thanks!
Continued:
this piece...
Thank you for sharing.
Thanks for reviewing. Much appreciated!!
I'm so with this one. A beautiful write.
A lot of depth to it. Xx
Thank you so very much!
This is amazing
I appreciate it. Thanks!
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