Guilt

By Ronald W. Clark, Jr.

My heart is so very weary,

my eyes so very teary.

In a state of deep dark confusion

Provided with no solution

Pain running deep within,

I hurt again and again.

My heart begins to wilt,

from the weight of all this guilt.

The day's so long and dim,

My life is so very grim.

I feel there is no hope,

yet I continue to cope.

My watch continues to chime,

one hour at a time.

The days they pass so slow,

as the guilt continues to flow.

This I surely swear,

more guilt and pain I cannot bear