The Guilt Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
The Guilt
I tried to wash my face
But the guilt is still there
For I killed my love
And scarred my soul
I see the blood
But I can't wipe it off
I scrub hard
However, it cannot be removed
The stains and scratches
On my heart
I am left with no choice
As the guilt continue to grow
Chewing my guts
I will continue to keep my secret
Until it rips me apart
Our Lord is filled with Compassion, as we turn to him and lay our guilt at his feet......
Suppression of one's love will haunt us forever. A meaningful and beautiful poem. So deeply poignant!
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3/12/2026 5:12:28 PM # 1.0.0
Heart touchingly composed! .. Powerfully written! .. Ever so many 10'S And Stars! ..++++++++++++++++++++++++++