They say the wrongdoer suffers more than the wronged,
For an immaculate breath, the culprit longed.
No amount of punishment or penalty,
Can ever match the pain of misplaced serenity.
The retribution of their deeds,
Hurts so much, their soul bleeds.
Their conscience instigates a slow painful withering,
Their grip on life gradually slithering.
The embrace of prolonged damnation,
Leaves them be, only in the wake of salvation.
For the feeling of guilt never leaves a soul,
Unless it reaches its goal, and swallows us whole.
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Alation
PoetryHighest Ranking in Poetry: #7 "The elegy of silence, The wailing of fate, The panache of death, The din of rage. Will quieten itself, Soon enough, someday."
