Guilty
Corrupted and tainted;
tarnished from my past.
A heart full of wrongs,
made me this outcast.
Shameful my actions,
desired with fault.
Mistaken objectives,
casts a brutal assault.
Withered and worn,
this heart on my sleeve.
Lusting for power,
thirsting to deceive.
Besmirched is my mind;
smugly you grin.
You believed your abuse,
had completed your win.
The remorse I feel,
is all because of you.
tantalizing the weak,
ensuring I withdrew.
Now here I am older;
no longer the gullible child.
A heart vacant of bitterness;
a mind now beautifully beguiled.
I WIN……….
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2008
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