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Guilt

#ART... 
I long for solace, but find none. 
The sun stares down at me and within, I ask, "what do you see?" 
The sky darkens up above and again I ask, "what are your thoughts?" 
The wind howls incessantly at me, and like a colony of bees on honey, I cling closely to myself and again, say within me, "do you feel my shame?" 
The sky offers sympathy and brightens up. 
Yet, I find no salvation; the heavens closed, only to gather the other multitude to stare into my fear. 
The earth moves, or so I think, sinking me into oblivion. The sun, beating with contempt
My heart, racing inept...
Does it read my pain? 
The eyes of the world, staring and burning painstakingly and with practiced aim, like an expert archer, fires an arrow into my soul... 
So much panic, I can almost taste my own fear. 
The sky darkens, an angry scowl, marking the clouds like the wrath of an angry god...
Wait, what does God think of me? 
I want to think I am troubled, but my heart and soul refuse me access. 
I try to find solace in thinking I am doomed, but what's left of my dignity and long-upheld integrity is nothing worth even a sham. 
Torment... 
Distress... 
Sadness... 
Pain... 
Misery... 
Fear... 
Neglect
Swallowing me...

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