The luxury of guilt

18 Nov

Guilt is like scratching
The scabs that have settled to heal
The oozing blood comforts.
It’s really just pretending
That the numbness you feel
Has not forgotten the hurt.

It’s like banging your head
To say hello to pain
With the secret consolation
Of knowing to anaesthise your dread
With the inured bane
Of routine and repetition.


Posted by on November 18, 2015 in Poetry


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2 responses to “The luxury of guilt

  1. justjoyfulness

    November 23, 2015 at 8:26

    So true and very well described.

  2. Sue Dreamwalker

    November 18, 2015 at 8:26

    What an unique way of describing guilt.. Nadira.. It is one of the worst feeling I know of.. And perhaps the hardest of all to conquer .. xx


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