Unintelligible Susurration


The Sound of Guilt


The sound follows me
Wherever I go
I ask if they can hear it
They only say no

I seem to have gone mad
But I know I have not
For I still am conscious
And know I will not rot

Irrational swatting
At the sound in place
I think it is a fly
Oh woe! It leaves no trace!

It's finally stopped
The sound I mean
All along it had only been guilt
That cannot be seen

Submitted: Saturday, April 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

'The Sound of Guilt' was inspired by an annoying fly buzzing around in my room. I was writing other works of poetry at the time but I couldn't concentrate at all. So, I decided to write a poem about it and voilà! The birth of 'The Sound of Guilt'. i hope that with this little story about how my poem came to be lets people know that poems can be inspired and be about just about anything! :)

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