Guilt (a poem)

A broken heart

With a sturdy mind,

The worst combination

With a realistic disguise.

From the peak of sorrow

Nothing remains

As happiness burrows

Under luminescent chains.

The water is cold

From under your feet,

Drown in holy water,

An effort to come clean.

But nothing will change

Or hide the ugly truth

That your emotionless mask

Is only a cracked roof

Where reality begins to seep

One drop dripping at a time,

The burning of holy mist

Where your lies churn and bind.

From inside your dark cave

A cold soul screams to confess

But the weight of these chains

Will remain until death.

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