Guilt Poem by rains of bloom
Guilt
beating like a hammer
in this rampage of life
all stealing, all lying
but feeling the guilt inside
after felenious acts
regreting choices made
but unable to redo
those villainious mistakes
eyes of envy crave
the innocent beside
those who are good
and never lied.
but if all of us were good
none would be good
to have good
you must have bad
or everyone would be the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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