guilt

attempt to clean the soils

of your squalid little soul

smeared with tears and piss and misery

stained like a bloody carpet

scrub until your fingers bleed

there is no way to undo this malady

as the demons claim you

before you claim yourself

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One comment

  1. slpmartin · August 9, 2012

    Such dark emotions expressed in the poem…well said.

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