Troubled soul of man.A Poem by HuwEven if the guilt does not produce shame as it should. The conscience having been hardened against such a delicate touch. The guilt itself will insure that there is no peace. No waking peace and no peace in sleep. Guilt the unseen unheard barely perceived often denied monster that brings tribulation and anguish upon and unto the restless spirit and troubled soul of man. © 2015 HuwReviews
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1 Review Added on June 22, 2015 Last Updated on June 22, 2015 AuthorHuwAmmanford, Wales, United KingdomAboutI've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..Writing
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