Guilt….so often a useless emotion.

Guilt….so often a useless emotion.

What good are you?

When all is said and done

Nothing good will ever

Come from your

Incessant intervention,

Tearing at the fabric,

Unravelling the hem

That ties

The fragile soul

To the hapless heart.

Burning holes into

Layers of self sacrifice.

Sowing seeds of doubt,

Turning the stomach

With acerbic demands.

Choking at the back

Of the throat,

Vomiting projectiles

With caustic barbs

That strip the goodness

From every intention.

Turning the corners

Of a comfort blanket

Into an iron lung,

A straight jacket

That becomes a prison

To your repeated

Offending.

You poison memories,

Haunt ragged dreams

That were once primed

To dance with joy

And now shuffle through

The echoes of

Your dismal dirge.

The reek of selfish regard

An orchestrated parody

Of self belief,

Left to drown

In the shallows.

Of a stagnant dawn chorus

With you

A pitiless conductor

Pointing a finger

With symphonic rage.

Guilt with an edge,

Played within

An inch of reason.

What good is it

When you always

Play the same song

And the words you

Want me to sing

Are plainly wrong.

You will be silenced

Eventually,

When I can finally

Stop myself

From listening.