Guilt

First experiment with creative writing in around five years.

Alone I stand,

In the blackest night.

Stale, frigid air clenches me.

 

Its fingers are steel bars,

Unbreakable by my frailty.

I am powerless.

 

I am trapped in here.

And I can do Nothing

To liberate myself.

 

Paralyzed, only my eyes dart back and forth,

Only to see I see Nothing.

 

So I open my eyes

And I stare for miles

Into a blinding crimson glare.

 

Heat boils me alive

And chars my melting flesh

And brings me to life.

 

I shut my eyes once more, so tight it hurts

And clutch my sides fiercely

 

And I’m safe in her arms again.

 

For years, I’ve waited

To hear her voice

One last time.

 

Gently, she whispers

Her last words to me.

She smiles down at me

With the visage of a saint.

 

In her eyes, I am free of Sin.

 

I stand alone again, in the dark.

I have not been forgiven.

I must be held responsible.

I must be judged.

I am forever at fault.

Author's Note

Please be as honest as possible. All criticism is welcome criticism.