Guilt

------> Blah <------ Guilt

Opening your chest with a ruined vice,
mirror the pain in my eyes,
show that wounds of flesh cut more shallow,
than words dipped in poison.

I stepped on your throat,
to quell the pleading echoes,
that expounded my faults,
as I ripped my last shreds of dignity apart.

Watching resolve melt away,
was hearing an inner voice speak, "you were wrong."
Like a whispering demon,
it perched on your back with weight unbearable.

If only the words had come,
but they stuck in the back of the throat,
all I wish is to plead, "forgive me."
but the words die back to their rest.

Guilt is the rainy cloud,
that walks your footsteps quietly,
the chip on your shoulder that bleakly
never allows your mind to rest.