Guilt (Poem)


A poem by Jon Erath



It’s always there,

Not helped by the voices always repeating

Always repeating

What I’ve done


They say it’s nothing,

But I can’t forget

No, I can’t forget

What I’ve done


Uncontrollable rage towards my family


They say it’s okay

That they have forgiven me

That God has forgiven me


So who am I to question God?

I have done many wrong things

But, now, I am on the path for good


1 Comment

  1. John Bryan

    The capacity for guilt is always great.

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