Meaningless Guilt
I remember how good it felt to die.
Even more so, coming back to life.
The guilt means nothing as I watch the tears they cry,
Because for those few moments I don't have to fight.
It was so much more peaceful, serene,
And if there's one thing that I believe,
It's that I won't survive the night.
Jarred Shah
8/21/2020
6:30pm
This poem is about:
Me
My family