He stepped
on his guilt
it
creaked.
'Shhhhhh! '
he whispered
to him
self
as he took off
his footsteps
one by one
(put them
in his pocket)
and continued on
in silence.
********
His guilt
knew him
for what
he was
a no good
lying two faced cheat
yet his
charm
hid this fact
from everyone else
except those
whose soul he'd hurt.
'Shhhh! '
smiles guilt
'I won't tell
anybody
..if you don't! '
*********
He became
naked
to
him
self
lost his clothes
shed his skin
unpacked his bones
arranged neatly
his vital organs
one by one
before him
'Mmmmmm...there seems
to be something(missing?)
but I just can't put my finger on it! '
Seems he had mislaid
his soul
left it upon the shelf
gathering dust
trapped
in a spider's web
with only two dead
bluebottles to talk to.
****
I guess you can guess I don't like this individual...this is a hymn of dis-praise to him.
You may do not like this individual, but in the poem it still seems charming, smiling, not bad enough :) - a weak human being, caught in a dark spider`s web. Very well penned - you lack true spitefulness to hate this individual, I guess. Correct me, if wrong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So, how much better it is, then, to write out your venom for someone, nastying up the pure white page....than to stab him or her in the heart! Well done, my friend, in a harmless way! !