Our Guilt Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Our Guilt



Our guilt
It was the longest street in the world each side
had shops selling salami and cheese, mind each
product changed the name as to attract customers,
only the street was empty there is only a certain
numbers of salami and cheese needed.
No cars on the road just a few starving dogs I took
off one of my jumpers, it been a cold morning,
and they fought amongst themselves until death.
In some shops, there were cheese parties for mice
I was not invited and continued walking this street
must end somewhere I didn`t know where not that
I cared I could walk the rest of the road tomorrow.
My sister had a hotel I took in there during dinner
she said I had not been generous to my mother this
upset me, so I had several whiskies for the pain she
had caused me, but I ate the food before leaving.
The truth was too upsetting if you do as your mother'
wants you to will get nowhere. In a flower shop, I saw
a big rat killing a kitten and there was nothing I could
do than living with the guilt of having been a bad son

Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: regret
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