Self-Condemnation Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang
Self-Condemnation
A careless word, a hurried deed,
That scratched a soul, a tiny seed.
The other barely felt the sting,
A passing cloud, a little thing.
But in my heart, a heavy stone,
A guilt that I must bear alone.
The phantom pain, a silent cry,
I made myself begin to die.
The ripple small, the wound unseen,
Can carve a landscape, sharp and mean.
The hurt I caused, a whispered lie,
Now echoes in my own sad sky.
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