Guilt
I travel on a sea of guilt...
with no land in site for me to feel.
Why was it you instead of me?
The sense of which I've yet to see.
Who holds the cards and does the dealing,
these questions in my mind are reeling.
Was it fate or chance that this came up?
Was this the plan or just bad luck?
Not one day goes by I do not wonder.
The guilt has gripped me like a thunder.
If it were me...instead of you...
would you be asking this stuff too?
P.R.Deremer
Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2015
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