a r c a n e [Poems]

g u i l t

Guilt runs deep through my veins
Though guilt is not the only thing
For scars run deep and issues run far and plenty

Blood drips from the these internal scars and a soft exhale leaves my lips

The guilt filling me up until I am over-flowing with it

To much to bare and the cycle continues

I carry to much but I can't set it all down for if I do I can feel the guilt come back

Either way I feel guilty

How stupid