Completed: 2024-11-15
As guilty as a murderer, I lie
Under the quilt that wraps around my skin;
Atop the bed that holds me as I sigh;
And in that sorry flesh I sleep within.
The weight of what I cannot change immense,
My follies and my sins consume me whole;
My listless weary soul devoid of sense,
That thoughtless crime comes to gather its toll.
A million regrets yet all’s the same.
They tear my flesh that nobody can mend;
And with no other soul can I share blame,
So I forsake all others till my end.
And so I hide from gentle Sun and Moon,
Knowing that no good wants to see my face,
In hopes that I will be forgotten soon
To slumber in my final resting place.