Night
The sky caves in.
Pressure from above,
getting too strong.
Constellations mock.
Bring memories long past.
Familliar faces stare down.
Actions remain,
never to be undone.
Never.
Thoughts stir.
One particular thought,
dominates all others.
Guilt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a great piece. Reconcile the guilt you speak of and move past the guilt inducing memory that visits you on those nights. Release it.