The Admissions of Guilt...A Poem by Some Call Me Shari'...
I’ve been exposed to guilt relentlessly raging,
Against the unveiling of her disguise;
A disguise which karma revealed to be nothing more than exaggerated victimization,
And long lost innocence.
I’ve witnessed guilt’s sheer desperation,
In her attempts to blacken the sunlight,
Of an inevitable rising truth.
I’ve endured the heartbreak of guilt’s many lies,
Felt the sting of her insults,
And allowed my self esteem to weaken because,
Guilt told me that even purity and geniality,
Wasn’t good enough.
Graciously accepting of mere crumbs,
Of guilt’s unwilling affections.
Ridiculously grateful for just a phone call,
And dumbly flattered by rare compliments.
I have sat in guilt’s court as the defendant whilst she played the judge,
Wrongly indicted by false allegations,
And the horrors of guilt’s own past.
Doubly pleading for exoneration and…
for guilt to not to leave me.
Alas all efforts to prove innocence… proved folly,
As merciless, emotional, cruelty is all that was ever bestowed.
The phrases “I’m sorry, and I love you, and I can do better,”
Became an album of broken records.
Love melodies beautifully sung,
Ineffectively fell upon guilt’s deaf, corrupted ears.
This is my testimony to having been viciously battered by guilt’s knowingly untruthful accusations,
Then bleeding and dripping purple love,
All the way from southern suburbia,
To the trenches of the mid west.
Convinced that I could not live without the presence of guilt.
Back then naively optimistic,
But now….
Enlightened to the fact that the admission of guilt,
Comes in many forms,
Other than verbally stating:
“I never loved you”.
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2 Reviews Added on February 5, 2008 Last Updated on February 13, 2008 AuthorSome Call Me Shari'...Atlanta, GAAboutYou may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I .. more..Writing
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