Shame and Guilt

Images, words, text, feelings, thoughts wash over me-

Threatening to drag me under-A wave I cannot ride out-

A sea of guilt and self-loathing.

Rain falls- bullets from the sky- meant as punishment,

Deeds done cannot be erase-

Words said, etched forever in the Mind-

Never letting me forget,

Never letting me forgive. 

Wash this filth away, Scrub until the raw skin gives way to bead of Blood.

Hot, stinging water on fresh flesh,

Burn, burning away the sin, the Wrong.

Never enough,

Never enough to ease the horror, the Shame

Of What Has Been, What Was Done, What Was Said.

Who knew it would turn out this way?

Who knew it would haunt me like it did, like it does?

I did, but I did it anyway.