Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Guilt so strong, so dense, it beleaguers you with complexity. It comes knocking on your door just when you think it has subsided. Will it ever leave? You question.
You can remonstrance and demur, but no definite answer will be found. You can only wait optimistically.

You try to run, but you lack the strength. You try to hide, but you lack the heart.
Now, it leaves you prostrate. You smile, but as a masquerade of solace.