Guilt

By Avani Oak

It grows, it tries, it kills

It inhabits, the brain, the heart

It scratches at wounds : raw, neglected wounds

It becomes a part of blood, oozes in every drop

It travels through veins, become a part of the body

It travels, consuming fibres of beings

It travels, till one becomes guilt itself

It kills, it tries, it grows

The Guilty...

They drown, they sink, they lose

They close emotion, the brain, the heart

They cover wounds, for no one to see

They ignore what they have come to be

They shun comments, and compliments alike

They shun life and death the same

They shun, till they stop living, themselves

They lose, they sink, they drown

By Avani Oak