Repentance
The guilt, it etches
deep into the soul
why is it that I
want what I
can't have
The shame, it harrows
your psychological well being
what is it
that makes it so
I am on my knees in
the garden of my Eden
wondering where
I've gone wrong
Really I am
on my knees in repentance
wallowing in a burnt down love
of human reasoning
and that's where it ends
In this trip of guilt
society is not one
will not reach
its full potential
will perish.
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