Guilt Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Guilt

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Have you ever been tossed on the horns of the black bull Guilt?
You're bruised and broken, but no blood's ever spilt…

No final goring is going to let you get off lightly
The black bull roars and rages and rends you nightly

No matador will dance that demon away
With a swirl of the cape. Guilt is one long replay

Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: guilt
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tom Billsborough 31 August 2016

bRILLIANT FINAL LINE AND A REALLY GOOD POEM.

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Edward Kofi Louis 31 August 2016

One long replay! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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