Guilt Poem by Julian Takali

Guilt



Not kin to the man of present
To the shoes of his walk
The juice of guiltUnknown to him now and forevermore
Will be discovered not
The glee of youth

For as the mind sharpens
Through battles with sharper swords
The naive lad in eagerness
Hopeful of the world
Loses the guilt from his satchel
In the forest of years

Sunday, February 18, 2018
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