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The Rant of Guilt

Poetry By: Tyrone Slade

Tags: Sad, Guilt, Poem, Poetry.

Somethings can not be named

Submitted:Jan 2, 2007    Reads: 136    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

Tears roll from my eyes,

Leaving a wet tail

on my flushed cheeks,

Showing the pain,

Alive in my past,

Understood by all,

Guilt is a nasty thief.

Who�will not be alone,

At the point of death?

What will be shown?

The tears of fear,

A smile or a groan?

I look at my hands,

As they tremble,

How can this body,

This broken body,

Be God's temple?

I have haughty eyes,

Evil, my heart has devised,

Have shed innocent blood,

Have caused pain,

And malice amongst people,

Lies have poured liked,

A monsterous flood,

And am quick,

To run to evil.

My heart falls too pieces,

With every thought,

Like uncared for shingles,

I know, "let it go",

It is never really ever that simple.


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