Guilt is not your friend,
But is it…it depends
Guilt, the stink of sludge
And the color of mud
Guilt, the reminder of the past
Of harm and pain surpassed
Guilt, is the devil in disguise
Waiting for your soul to die
Guilt, is slime with all beauty aside
Covering your beaten hide
Guilt, keeps you in check
When you want to say what the heck…
Guilt, when you feel you should
But it is something understood
Guilt, partners with regret
Consequence's with debt
Guilt, is like a death
It reminds you of the your dread
Guilt hisses from the lips
Of those who are pure
and turns their gentle hearts insecure
Guilt, it makes the stomach turn
When things are about to turn
Guilt is not your friend,
But is it…it depends
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Loved the way you protrayed guilt gave you ten. Excellent verse something we all feel sometimes. best wishes suzan