deep and unforgotten pain
crawls up my chest
as the guilt of my actions weighs
upon my heart, heavily

this slithering feeling of regret
winds its way, like vines,
into my heart, choking the light
from my soul

there is no relief from the dark
and solid night that lines my chest,
my body, and my mind
…a woe-begotten life….

I keep looking for a lining
that might make the clouds not seem
so bleak to me
but guilt is bedfellow

not to be taken lightly….

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