Chips of guilt
Settle painfully
In my stomach
original of course...
I needed the salt fix
To sweeten the wounds
Chips of guilt
Nestled nicely on the shelf
ready to be eaten,
While I suffer from indigestion of self worth
Filling my cup with chips
Ready to make another bet
simply knowing that I take for granted
Many things everyday.
I sit in the casino,
starring at the alley,
where rags are the only riches
under this side of tin
Chips of guilt
Settle painfully in my stomach
Seasoned with salt
From the less likely to bet
Author notes
this is an entry in a contest seeking the ending and body of a poem
A contest entry
- Guilt ... by Polaja.
700 points, ended May 23, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
my version of the unfinished poem for the contest
Comments
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whoa, this is good, it is nice to see you back this was a bit confusing at first to me, but i got it in the end, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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yeah i know i vanished for a while. things can get hectic in my world sometimes. now that it's kinda slowing down i'm making more time to drop in. i mean i spend a fair chunk on facebook only because every time someone does something i get an email about it.
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