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Created on: September 23, 2011
Guilt...like the ripples made from the toss of the rock called Truth,
rudely interrupting the stillness of the Pond of Life.
Guilt... forever keeping the eyes down casted, never being able to see the joys in strangers eyes.
Guilt... locks the shackles of freedom, that freedom which yearns to be free of this cursed guilt!
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Poetry: Guilt
by Kat Apf
I'll feed you
homemade mashed potatoes,
one spoonful at a time
until you say
you feel the comforts
of home.
I'll read you
gorgeous
[Innocence Condemned]
12:00 o clock is the start but the way it will end,
my sorrowful condolences for the innocent condemned,
by Roy Blokker
I cannot move, I cannot act,
I cannot think, I cannot write.
I am the pebble plunked
Into the Irish Sea,
The monsoon washing
Knowing I'm wrong
for all I've done
I'm feeding my guilt once more
Knowing I've lied
and made you cry
My guilt devours my own
GUILT
You think I don't feel it
Your wrong I'm a ruined mess .....
Yet I can't come forward
I can't deal with the consequence.....
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