Guilt
Consume me,
Crawl into my cranium.
Clicking, crackling, creaking.
Every word comes out
Guilt’s mouth;
First a trickle then a
Tidal wave, tossing and turning.
I’m thrown into the riptide,
Trying to break loose
From Guilt’s grip.
Finally, the deep descent
Down, down, down.
That bright ball in the sky
Is nothing but a speck.
This poem is about:
Me