...

4 views

Guilt
Each summer, since my big sisters passing.
I look back on the Great memories.
Us, both enjoying life.
Us, both cradled in each other's arms.
Us, both laying together in a field of flowers.
But that day, I laid alone.
As thunder crackled.
I could hear the wailing sobs of my mother.
My father not home.
My sister, Deceased in her nightmares.
I couldn't figure it out.
Why did she leave me?!
What am I supposed to do?
The Guilt of years building up in my soreness.
I'm scared. I'm just trying. I'm hopeless.
I've been feeling better.
But I've been scared of my own demons.
Guilt is no lie.
Guilt is a quide.
© TraumaticKnight