There's something eerie about guilt ,

That hollow feeling waiting to be totally consumed by fear , you never really know it's there till it's gone

I am guilt

I quiver when I think of what I've done,

Not just what I've done but what I haven't

There's so much left unsaid, so much left unread

I am guilt

I thrive in pain and feed on shame

I enjoy solitude , where else can I grow ?

I am guilt

I love fall ,when the trees turn gold

Everything once green fades away

And the weather turns grey

I am guilt

I never go away.