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There's this pit
That sits in the center of me
And every time I think
Of how I might have wronged you
It grows,
Overcomes me.
This feeling
Of not knowing
How you truly feel
It eats at me and
Nags at me,
Its long, bony fingers
Groping at my heart,
Causing this
Ripping, tearing sensation
To spread throughout me
And it won't cease
Until you've quieted my worrying,
Stifled my sobs,
Assured me that everything's
Going to be okay.

But will it all really be okay?

There's this madness
That sits in the center of my brain
Screaming at me
(Laughing at me)
About how everything is ruined
Everything is gone
We're never going to be
The same again...

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The following comments are for "Guilt"
by kambriel

Real guilt
I really liked this poem, it had a very true sensation about it. It is a very good briefing on guilt, and how it's always there. Guilt is evil, and only wants to cause harm. It doesn't care about anyone, but itself. Heck, guilt sounds like George Bush. Wonderful poem!

( Posted by: insanewriter2000 [Member] On: April 8, 2004 )

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