Guilt

To entice then dice balances justice's scale

The price of vice is the force of the gale

deluge harried muddy waters tarried, honor to bail

Bones buried now carried tell the tale

Peaks of accomplishment built now spilt majesty deform

Guilt is the silt washed down from the storm

Broken bits of grit now sits, from green mountains torn

Until rain quits and permits new growth to be born

Reviews

[berenongur]

I need a list of your favorite authors and books. I'm curious about your background and inspiration for writing so beautifully.

[Marie]

Nature is ever renewing itself and Springtime brings new growth again, helped by both rain and sunshine. So much violence in our world today and in spite of law and order and justice it continues to thrive as though it cannot be removed from society. Guilt cannot be washed away, but sometimes it is ignored and bits and pieces are passed on from generation to generation. The world will renew itself again and perhaps, next time around will be occupied by more peaceful, loving and kind human beings. A gripping write, impressive and weighty. Thank you for sharing, Soren...

[Soren]

Thank you Marie for the read and interpretation they are most appreciated and valued my friend

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Soren...

[Thomas W Case]

Great work. Tremendous rhythm and flow.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Thomas it is most appreciated

[emmajoygreen]

And there you have it, said in form and forms as if the day opened to a gale created from all evil, empirical violence that can't be removed. That grit stamping proof into the hardness of pain there to be seen, felt until acknowledged. How much rain, how long to wait for it. How long to remember what not to..

Extreme words - meant, read, retained?

[Soren]

Thank you so much Emmajoy for the read and understanding comment it is deeply appreciated. I love your visits.