Guilt

Consume me,

Crawl into my cranium.

Clicking, crackling, creaking.

Every word comes out

Guilt’s mouth;

First a trickle then a

Tidal wave, tossing and turning.

I’m thrown into the riptide,

Trying to break loose

From Guilt’s grip.

Finally, the deep descent

Down, down, down.

That bright ball in the sky

Is nothing but a speck.