The Guilt After A Lie

My friend is gone all because of me.

I'm on the the ground praying to the lord, Please.

The lord responds and says it's okay.

All of my sorrow will soon go away.

 

I fall asleep and conjure up a nightmare.

My friend's face appears and he's screaming,"It's not fair."

He's reaching for me and constantly asking why?

I cannot respond because I'm the reason he died.

 

We were both once alive but no we are forever seperated.

My father tells me that friendship is overated.

My mother tells me to forget things that are shaded.

But how can forget what is always there.

It's like a fish's eyeballs and that never ending stare.

 

Guilt is what I feel because of this day.

Sirens ringing in my head and with every word I say.

Guilt is so hungry I start to fade away.

Guilt is like a leech, eating at my inside each and every day.

Reviews

[James Hanna-Magill]

Dear RF Gooding

My first chance to review you, I think

And what a piece of impressive writing!

Of course all I can give you is my personal take and I never ever read anyone's reviews before giving my own.

Content and subject matter? As often, the biggest pull for me in any piece of wring is the concept delivered, the notion behind it.

Guilt has been a big part of my life in recent years, for reasons I explain in my novel split.

You express the anguish well. Yet the only comfort I have found for the bad things I have done in my life is wise words once expressed to me by a friend: 'Perhaps the only form of perfection we may strive for in life is in the acceptance of our own and others imperfections.

I would say more. That you have a conscience and a sense of culpability is in itself, counter intuitively a positive. It demonstrates our humanity and self insight. Without it, we would be lost to the point of sociopathic.

Style? Accomplished

Spelling / grammar? A couple of errors here I need not point out. I am sure you can find them for yourself in edit.

Mystery? How did he die? What part did you have in it? Is it a metaphor? We can't know. Only you do. But then that mystery is the part of poetic art which leaves us pondering and improves its impact in my view. We need not know all.

I try to keep my reviews briefer these days, though it goes against the grain, when I am moved as with this piece.

But I shall end it here.

Good writing.

Share more.

With my encouragement

James

[R.F Gooding]

your review has made me want to write more. sometimes i write for days thinking about writing more and more. i throw out many pieces of my writing thinking that no one would like it. I plan on writing a novel and would like your insight on how I should do it.

[James Hanna-Magill]

Dear RF Gooding

Should you wish my insight into anything including a novel, I offer it to you freely.

Send me a private mail if you will to see how best I might help you.

My job on here is to help and not to hinder.

Please say hello and I shall do my utmost best for you.

With my warmest regards

James

[R.F Gooding]

will do. thanks

[KeelyJane]

I can relate to this wholeheartedly. Very well penned poem friend. :)

[R.F Gooding]

Thanks it came to me quickly and sincerely. It's a reflection on my past friend.