Everlasting Guilt Poem by Andrus Cassian

Why…hurt…Why…hurt
Isabel, her gaze pins the accusation upon the one in question
And a solitary moment, frozen and regretted, hangs in the air
The intensity could set a lawn ablaze; still the ice remains its frozen nature
Her eyes, the weapon of guilt circulating the room
Could she be told the truth; can she handle it
Isabel, would she able to hold the truth down, peer pressure sunk the ship: our relationship
Would she fall apart worse than she is now
Asking relevant questions to the same scenario
Guilt…everlasting guilt, one of the most perfect tools of shame
Doesn’t really matter who says what or tries to make amends
The situation is already an unstable construction site; a broken trench planned to be created
A star-crossed couple reduced to staring across from each other
Wondering greatly what the other is trying to say; each thinking they own a piece of the fault
Who can it’s all wrong when everything is falling apart?
Apologies may be the route to getting better
They say scars never heal but most think inside a box rather than a magician’s hat
Scars heal; they are just forever permanent and may be re-opened
To remind people like Isabel of where they’ve been
And the decision to if they wish to take the route again
They say time heals all wounds and no excuses could make things right
Well, let’s test the waters to see if those same sayings hold truth