Guilt’s Nature, Guilt’s Lesson Poem by Joshua Thomas

When demons of history haunt your dreams
And tear at your mind through countless seams.
When conscience itself begins wishing to die!
Curse the day when guilt blinds the mind’s eye!

Believing it deserving of such cruel fate,
From acting on a deed bread from vicious hate.
The road of guilt is too easy to follow,
As emotions hide behind masks of Saint Hallow.

Appearing as monsters to their masters or blood to angry hounds,
Making the heart violently race without ever making a sound.
You begin to remember the day of the dark deed past
As Time’s fine line is swiftly cast,

Deep into ancient waters from the Pool of memories
Next to others crowding the depths from vacancies.
Alas! History is found and reeled back to the soul,
And the grief hits you like rumored killers from the Knoll.

Some deal with guilt in silence and cry.
Others get passed with an empty sigh.
Yet few go on and admit (to either friend or preacher)
Only to discover the good of guilt as life’s most haunting teacher.