"Remember me..."
That's what his father
said to him.
"He's lost his mind!
He's wished to be dead!"
I think in a way
He was close to it.
Never wondered though
Why that should be.
You might think
I'm as nuts as he is,
But that's okay with me.
When you see in the skies
Puddles of guilt
There's no way
You can hide,
Or plunge into it:
Just unbearable feeling
Inside and within.
You may try to overcome it
You may quit if you will.
The end is what matters -
The thing to be wished
Pleading won't help
Even if you weep...
Puddles of guilt or
The pool of his tears...
Puddles of guilt
© Copyright: Rosalia, 2003
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