A shriveled heart, a mind consumed, a soul that twists and turns,
A life o’erwhelmed drifts in the lurch, forgetting all it’s learned.
Depression churns, our life is spent, the pinball flashes, "TILT."
We slide beneath the slinking snake, and all because of guilt.
The anchor heavy on the neck, the chains drag at the feet,
The bondage of the heart and soul make life seem incomplete.
When hidden deep within, denied, it festers and destroys –
When dealt with and when understood it leads to lasting joys.
O destiny that chooses me, with no escape in sight,
That destiny accuses me, and haunts me through the night.
Futility and emptiness, a hollowness inside,
Results when culpability and innocence collide.
It lingers like a winter fog, and masks the world around.
A chilling dampness overwhelms, it feels we’re underground.
The head hangs low and bows the neck, an unrelenting weight
That wraps a life in dismal time, and dictates inner hate.
As termites eat a house’s frame, destruction from within,
If left untreated guilt devours, imagined or true sin.
But dealt with and dispatched at last, a psyche is set free,
And life returns with all its hope to be what it can be.
Silver trophy winner
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