THE GUILT OF INNOCENCE

Guilt proceeded to ooze...
   Overtaking.
Every waking moment...
   Pain staking.
Dread and disgust
pierce with thrust
through a greedy need to self combust
A must,
for the empathetic soul
whom only digs a deeper hole.
A tiresome role
void of reality
yet she be bound
by the forces of gravity.
Such travesty wields a wasteful shame
Baring no reason for question nor blame.
An innocent crime 
unworthy of time
has no place here
in this heart of mine.

Carey Milton ©