GUILT TRIP

Trapped in a maze of regrets,
Troubled by a 'filthy' past.
I succumb to my daily guilts,
Being robbed of my solace and trust.

It's time to recollect,
The hours of keeping numb.
To inhale the thick,gloomy air,
And feel being a 'scum'.

My heart paces up,
My mind goes blank.
Alas!There's no escape,
As my guilts continue to clank.

Now,as desperation sets in,
It's time to get rid of the 'freight'.
I switch to isolation from my 'residence'
But will that really mark the end of my plight?

- @thedimcandle