Guilt

I thought sending you to hell
would stop me from going there too
so I did,
not knowing you’d fight back

Your resistance,
my dear,
sent a series of guilty feeling
crawling down my spine
penetrating my pores,
it swam through my veins
and reached my heart,
and every day you were away
the guilt ghost greeted me

I thought sending you to hell
was my best move,
but your resistance,
my dear,
wedded me with guilt.

AB – 8.1.18

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