Thoughts of a Young Poet
A collection of old and recent poems.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Guilty
I cannot drink, I cannot eat,
because of this terrible, terrible feat.
My life is a mix of sadness and woe,
I cannot think, I am confused so.
A voice comes for me every night, I try to flee,
however,it speaks,
"guilty."
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