Guilt

As we grow older, many of us look back to take stock of our life not so much on the basis of what we did but of what we omitted to do.

Guilt

One day I’ll see the sky catch fire
One day I’ll watch the waves 
Crash before my feet in a respectful bow
One day I’ll welcome back those who have gone
One day I’ll witness the downtrodden rise
And in one breath whisper “It didn’t matter,
We were always weightier than you”
And I’ll weep then, I’ll weep till my part
Of the collective crime against them all is forgiven
For I was weak of heart and gifted my love one-sidedly
For my arms did not reach far out enough
And I put my dreams to sleep because the sirens
Had it their way with me too