Guilt – OLUWADAMILOLA LAWAL

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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