Just a serious mixed in with habit of humour poem.


Guilt


What is this guilt I feel?
This feeling that makes me leak
From my eyeballs?
That denies me precious sleep

It makes me feel bilious
And I start to tremble
Like a waiter that’s
Totally mental

I’m leaking…. Even more now
My eyeballs are red
Blood shot crazy
Like a crack head

I feel so bad for you
Everything that I ever built
Destroyed in seconds
Because of my fucking guilt.




Poetry by Joshua-jelly
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Written on 2019-10-09 at 18:25

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