The guilt.
It is the claw
of our human hearts,
that fights with awe
at the walls we’ve built.
The claw.
It takes hold
of our compassion,
scratching bliss to a mold
making wit withdraw.
The bliss.
It brings out
the imperfections
bringing hearts to doubt
and lies for dismiss.
The lie.
It assures
our guilt ridden minds
that what we did was the cure
and it wasn’t that sly.
Anger.
It drives us
to do awful things
but guilt with thus
to insanity we clamber.
It is the claw
of our human hearts,
that fights with awe
at the walls we’ve built.
The claw.
It takes hold
of our compassion,
scratching bliss to a mold
making wit withdraw.
The bliss.
It brings out
the imperfections
bringing hearts to doubt
and lies for dismiss.
The lie.
It assures
our guilt ridden minds
that what we did was the cure
and it wasn’t that sly.
Anger.
It drives us
to do awful things
but guilt with thus
to insanity we clamber.
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