Feelings of Guilt

A brief visit, very brief
Occasioned by passion
Passion to hurt someone
That someone- me.
Then, exit, departure;
Mission accomplished!

I sat on my bed
My head on my hands
Weeping, sadly weeping.
She didn’t even sit
Just stood there… sobbing
Her teardrops piercing my heart.

I puzzled at the brevity of the message
Grieved at its equanimity
Its potency defied my manhood
Compelling a heartache
The power generated by her vein
Who will not venerate?

I remember nothing
I want to remember nothing
I wanted only to undress 
that figure poised high above me
tear the effigy to naught
and…and…and.d.d.d (sob, sob)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Mohammed Avatar
August 5, 2013 at 4:15 AM
You have an effective style that I like.This was a poignant delivery.
Pettit Avatar
August 4, 2013 at 2:51 PM
You have described your emotions well here. It's like placing any reader in a vicarious experience.
Bunch Avatar
August 3, 2013 at 3:44 PM
This is a powerful poem. I want to say obrigado for your comment, unfortunately although I have studied portuguese a pretty good amount of time, I cannot write it well, but understand written stuff very well. Good work here and thanks again for your comment.
Kithinji Avatar
August 5, 2013 at 4:39 AM
I get along just fine with Portuguese. Thank you for your comment. We'll continue to cross paths here, at PS, if you see what I mean.
Onclaud Avatar
August 3, 2013 at 1:14 PM
this is rivetingand very atmospheric, i find it to be an entertaining read... the last lines depict a pause for plea... wonderful, gerald!...:) huggs and thanks for dropping by
Rain Avatar
August 3, 2013 at 12:28 PM
Through all pain and suffering a artist and poet is born , I have a friend Moses from Kenya ..I worry and think about He and his Family every day . Once I was driven to contact United Nations and pull him out of the war zone that seemed always to be present, I love your expression .
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