Remorse
He sat alone…..self punishment
His guilt, despair.
A self-loathing serenade
Playing loudly in his head.
He had stolen!!
Not much by some standards
But an unforgiveable offense
At the level of hunger,
At a sparsely set table.
He had taken half
ONLY HALF
Of his little brother’s biscuit
To feed the gnawing
Of his own hunger.
And now
NOW
He sat alone
Tasting the salty sting
Of remorse.
John G. Lawless
©6/22/2022
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