Guilt Poem by Martin Hicks

Guilt



Today I saw a man with a hole in his mouth,
What had he done to deserve such a fate?
I felt instant pity, and guilt that I had escaped such a fate.
I walked on by, went back to work and forgot about it.
Until now.
The pit of my stomach hurts again.

Friday, September 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: guilt
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