The Ship of Guilt and Shame On that beach of broken glass I lay. My lungs heavy and my heart withering. For in front of me sinks a ship deep into the water below. Next to it lies my conscience, deep in the bottom of the sea. I sit on the shore as the say it was not my fault. My head hurts and my lungs burn. I want to scream my sins, but my voice swims lazily in my mind and my mind alone. I want to taste my tears upon my skin as proof of my sorrows, But the dam holds strong and the only sound to remain is that of my soul cracking once again. I sit, full of sorrow, analyzing each of my feelings like the shards of glass cutting my skin, Knowing that earlier I had played and laughed in the water as the ship went to sea. Seemingly inconsequential ripples started the now crashing waves. Yet, when the cameras come and ask for my thoughts, I put on the unknowing mask of disbelief and say "I could have never thought that would happen." But once again, alone I bear my sins. What is but another for the list?
MunchkinJax
