ok... I've finally been given a real challenge!
A POEM ON GUILT... :S I've never been guilty before, never... hmm...
Riny... I'm grateful, at the same time, gonna die.... hmm... guilt....
I don't know if this poem will sound like guilt, or just sorrow, but I'm giving it a shot...
A heavy stone had been put on her,
by law she would be deemed 'murderer',
she had to run; far away,
never to see the light of day.
She packed and left with the wind,
hoping never to be seen,
but like a scar on her skin,
she could never escape her sin.
Innocence grew a distance,
she knew in an instance,
justice would be served,
and indeed she was cornered.
She began to see illusions,
the dead had come for vengence,
she only saw crimson,
and her end beyond the horizon.
damn this sucks....
