The Guilt
Oh no! there it is again
Echoes once more
Why did I do it?
Haunts like a vengeful witch
Oh! Their innocent hearts
I still hear the wails
Reconciliation I seek now begging
The black smoke, oh the black smoke!
‘Take my bitter nectar’ I hissed
The spawner, forever scarred
The regrets always linger
From that fateful night
‘In my nest you are no longer welcome’
I beg for forgiveness
Release from this darkness
For it consumes
like a malignant tumor.
-Lord Conejoh
About the Creator
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Beautiful words!🫶