Guilt Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

Guilt



Don't stand at my grave and weep
because I know you don't mean it.

An act to show like you've ever cared
won't go past me-and you know it.

You never said sorry or showed
that you actually cared,
and now you never will.

But now, I lay here dead
on account of the things you said,
and that will be on your conscience
forever.

Thursday, May 3, 2007
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