Guilt Trip
23 June, 2005
Author: Mike
I didn't do it!
(It was your fault.)
It wasn't me!
(You caused it.)
It would have happened anyway!
(You could have stopped it.)
NO!
(YES! YOU DID IT!
YOU FOOL!
YOU BAS***D!
IT WAS YOU!)
No, please.
(I hope you suffer.
Live with it until you die.
Your life is in turmoil.
You deserve it.
SUFFER!)
Please..
No..
Please.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
Meridian (205.188.116.203) -- Thursday, June 23 2005, 05:40 pm I love your poem Mike! I also like the dialogue you've got going on there. If I'm not mistaken, is it between you and your conscious? Either way, it's still really good! |
Holly (82.34.160.81) -- Friday, June 24 2005, 12:35 pm Haha, I didn't realise it was your conscience until she mentioned it. :( I think it's brilliant. |
Mike (82.35.78.155) -- Friday, June 24 2005, 02:56 pm Yep, it's my conscience I'm arguing with there.. This one took a while to write, though it's so short. I couldn't seem to get my feelings onto paper. Glad you understood it. |
barb (209.112.24.86) -- Friday, June 24 2005, 04:18 pm Good writing. short and to the point. I liked it. |
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