Saturday, December 4, 2010

Crime and Punishment

I committed a crime to wipe out my sins. And as I watched my absolvation, a new kind of guilt took physical form within me. This guilt is the foundation of my structure. As essential to it's independence as it is detrimental to the very columns that hold the structure together

A thousand little poems
as a sacrifice
to our memory.

A whiff of you
and an ocean
of guilt.

So many stories,
some apologies.

1 comment:

  1. :(
    It's simple and beautiful. And so honest. :)
    Let go of the guilt. I'm pretty sure the structure will hold itself up anyway.