Would Guilt sound this loud?
As loud as my heart over the drums of the crowd
Or as loud as the crying of my soul before God?
Would Guilt taste so bitter
As the tears that catch on my lips
Or as lemon in the last sip of the glass?
It crawls from the pits of my stomach to the edges of my teeth
Lodging itself in my throat
And as I beg And as I plead
No words escape me
The creation of accusations
Leaves no room for my voice
Taking my air
And taking my frustrations
Would Guilt look so wild
My soul in the frenzy
With the burden of knowing
Would Guilt feel so cold
So rough to the touch
Found in the stares around us
It lifts its head
And subsequently mine
Where we move,
I go Tangled in the heart
When it breathes its last breath
I shall let go
But I know she will never
The words never die
And neither will it
Living beyond my memory
Reaching ears past the sky
Would Guilt smell so sweet
Like karmic justice for all that may have been
The careful wire walked
But who could be the distraught?
