My Guilt Coeternal Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Oh, my vanity has drawn me a new noose.
A fitting reward for the ego driven failure.
Advice drowned out by the disease of self.
Static recollections written in a trance,
Never cease to intertwine with retrospective bouts of self-loathing.
Detesting the past and the paths chosen,
It rings louder each hour and this is my time, my chime.
Worn hands like yellowed newspaper clippings,
Both clench the past as though it could be changed.
Don't expect an explication of my entropy,
If you say one word, my reply will be abrupt.
Don't dare think you come with the right to judge.
Imagine if all things spoken were true, would I be me?
Would you be you?
Memory erodes like a river, slowly tearing streams through conduits of action.
But it all still flows to death.
One deep gasp of awe in lieu of compunction,
And everything left is nothing desired.