Guilt - an infestation of the mind
Compounding and expanding over time
Harnessing tears
Like blood from the lamb
Not washing, but staining our hands
Rendering something beautiful
As tortuous and immoral
Pulling, prying and ripping apart
The very bond that was the start
Of a renaissance for forgotten hearts
How to overcome, this just infection,
This pollution of what could be perfection?
(I do not know.)
How to conquer, this assault on the soul
That lurks in famished glory
Slowly taking its toll?
(I do not know.)
Guilt – the scales of conscientiousness
The curse of such sinful lust
The betrayer and frayer of trust
And yet without this burden
We'd find ourselves less than human
And so with the pain
There is one grain,
Of comfort
That justifies a daunting effort
To carry on in this painful labor
Hoping with love and time
The scales will tip in our favor
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A/N:
Um...next
-DarthPadre
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