Guilt

Guilt

A Poem by Lyndsay Gaynor

My guilt glows red

with markings of black

And though it tortures,

it satisfies me

 

                       My guilt is hot 

                       it burns

 

I close my guilt behind me

with the creeking of a white gate

and although it follows me...

         I feel fine

© 2008 Lyndsay Gaynor


Author's Note

Lyndsay Gaynor
I wrote this poem a couple of years ago. It's about when I was smoking, I had a specific spot I'd sit at the back of my house. Tell me what you think.

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Lyndsay Gaynor
Lyndsay Gaynor

South Africa



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I'm a simple girl who grew up in a tiny town in the country. Next to writing, my interests include art, photography, programming, chemistry, psycology, reading and such. For someone that loves writing.. more..

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