Guilt Poem by Jess Silva

Guilt, Is a strange thing isn’t it, a moral compass,
A base of understanding, a shortness of breath,
A lack of freedom, a feeling of insanity,
And what is the answer?
When we hardly understand the question?

The beats of right and wrong,
And who is to say I am not failing,
When what I have done makes me feel
Like a criminal,
Is this what I have become?

Say yes say no, say you care,
Because I just don’t know,
I want to touch, I want an embrace,
A moment on the lips,
A loss of control,
You are giving me everything,
And I am throwing it to the ground.

Is penance possible? What now?