Guilt
Guilt...!
Guilt rides,
on the chariot of truth
and how long can it go forth?
It obscures the facts
and obliterates the figures and
peps-up and cooks it's own broth!
It feels so heavy,
wears out the only one who is privy
and it is one's own knot to the naught!
On the obverse of the day,
when you join the fray,
be assured it gouges out your heart!
It holds on to the rein,
in attempts so vain,
yet it completely mauls one's sleep!
Thereon the day that dawn,
there is only groan and moan,
as it weighs you down only to make you weep!
Stave off this sorrow,
nay wait for the morrow,
there is an easy way out if you scout!
Heaven is here to rejoice
and so is hell too as a choice,
It is left to us to find the route out to rout.
Copyright © Ram Ram | Year Posted 2017
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