Twisted and mangled like disregarded wrappings strewn across a bare floor, this guilt mangles and twists me into a shape, devoid of the man, I was before.

 Ash grey skin as bleak and lifeless as floating body, once walked with pinker complexion, now floats and swirls face down, lost to all, a sad reflection.

 Hindsight, its torturous memory, taunts with constant projection, of the once possible, now unobtainable choices, of a wiser, direction.

 Eyes haunted with pasts entity, possess all the answers, but none of the keys, lost in times forgotten, to open seas.

 Guilt a burden, mine`s deserved, forgiveness a virtue, or so I’ve heard.



Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

16 thoughts on “Guilt

  1. Do you mind if I Reblog this as a post for my 100 day poetry challenge? You will be receving all the credit and I will bee sure to put a link to your blog

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      1. Thank you and I have enjoyed all of your posts that I have read so far well done. I also noticed in your bio you said you have anxiety.. I do as well so just know your not alone.

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  2. It touched my heart…I read this more than once and the emotion you’re expressing it’s so pure, so deep and with an honesty and authenticity beyond words…thank you for writing the way you do. And thank you for following my blog, I’m honored!
    Best regards,

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