Tag Archives: Guilt

Tree of Life

When does it end?

The seemingly endless 

Wall of discontent with myself

Harboring paths of remorse

Distilling lines of hate

Into a bath of despair

At the end of my time

There are nothing but 

Memories cascading 

Muddled heaps strewn across

The floor of my mind

The tree of life stamped

Across my brow

Infinite accusations 

Of past lives

Concerning those who

Matter most to me

When will personal 

Forgiveness assuage me?

No one demands penance 

Except me

I look in the mirror

And the Tree of Life

Rustles back

Stamping me

With eternal damnation

Guilt Mongers

For some guilt is swallowed whole,
in great, gooey masses
with slurping; licking the last drop,
smacking the lips in satisfaction
for it gives them a reason
to exist, ponder . . . mea culpa.
Like beggars with a coveted treasure
they scurry off
to some dark corner
to examine and relive
the moments in truth
they alone live with.
And stare witless,
uncomprehending,to those
who don’t relish its pleasures
who commit acts of travesty
with nary a backward glance.
And the guilt mongers
squander their catch,
knowing there is always more
where that came from.