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A State of Guilt

Poetry By: matty6666

A poem that I'm putting in the next chapter of my novel "Grim Tales in Grange Valley"

Trying to grasp the emotion guilt, feedback would be appreciated.

Submitted:Apr 14, 2014    Reads: 43    Comments: 14    Likes: 2   

In thy last hour I perished with guilt.
Our cherished flower now can only wilt.
I betrayed my friend, I deceived my girl.
I'm afraid it ends in a fleeting twirl.
Repetition and trends make me cower.
should I seek amends in my last hour?

Dark shades of people forgotten linger.
Are they aids in helping pull the trigger?
Or just remnants of a dire sorrow?
Will penance award me a tomorrow?
Or can the be no redemption tonight?
Guess there's no exemption from my plight.

I'm lost in grief, an emotional fray.
I'm lacking belief, but I guess I must pray.
Ask forgivness from another man's god
either way in all their eyes im a fraud.
One bullet can help leave my grief frozen.
I'll debate death in thy last brief moment.


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