My River of Tears

Imprisioned deep inside is the existing power of guilt, unworkable to disregard, the power has now built. I feel no shamelessness to relinquish this unwanted strength, as its been my chaperon for its unwanted length. A Shadow of displeasure hauls over me like a dismal cloud, corrupting my perception and leaving me far from proud. Lacking the vision of that diminutive fragment of hope i once had clutched guared in my dream, now all is bewildered in the course transition of the natural flow in the stream.