A sword and a spear,
All those who are near,
The piercing pain of guilt,
Darkness still,
Comes to kill,
The lost,
The lost,
Who are found?,
A drop of hope,
Like a single rope,
Cut dropping us all,
Tis the pain,
That drives one insane,
Guilt is its name,
Like a spear to the heart,
This pain will never part,
Beware the pain of guilt,
Stop the madness,
Free the soul,
From the pain only you could know,
Darkness darkness comes to consume,
Fire fire shall forth loom,
A burning pain in ones heart,
A true desire that will never part,
Break the cycle,
Break the chain,
Break free from this pain,
Guilt, guilt is its name.
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Solitary days and humble nights
PoetryThis is a book of poetry and short story's Book 1