She keeps staring at me,

So piercing, into my marrow.

She wouldn’t look away

Neither would she spare me.

Gaining entry into my heart

Even at times of prayer

How would I explain it?

Who would ever listen to my words?

I was forced.

A victim of circumstances!

Not willing to be pitiful,

She shouted,

My name is GUILT, and I have come to stay

Her voice, so deafening

Her stares, too disturbing



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PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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