Chips of guilt
Settle painfully
In my stomach
(original of course...
I needed the salt fix)
One is never enough
to fill the lonely void
deep inside of me
Two handfuls of chips
and the sickness inside me
starts to rise
to the surface
I continue to salt
the wounds internally
that still gnaw at me
Nausea
please navigate me to the
porcelain ride of truth
Let me expel
the hate, regret, and sorrow
A stained past
that I yearn to leave in your care
Flushing away
my uncontrollable
passionate essence
I wipe away
the problems of today
to gainsaying guilt
Author notes
When you feel guilt sometimes you compund the compund of that guilt. This is basically the way I have felt at times and until it is gone you remain stuck.
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- Guilt ... by Polaja.
700 points, ended May 23, 2007, 19 entries
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Not to sound like a child but for some reason, the big words in this throw me off. Perhaps it's that they seem a little off from the base poem.
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