No Guilt to Spare

Emptiness pulses

Through my soul.

I suffer silently.

Nothing done.

The past is gone.

I cannot change

With second thoughts.

I cannot rearrange

My poor intentions.

Only wish

I didn’t have to choose.

Sometimes the loss

Is too great to bear.

Sometimes the gift

Leaves no guilt to spare.

Christmas

Dead leaves

Dead deeds

Echo in the moonlight

Frostbite

Counting the days

Til Christmas

Hope remains

Despite the stains

Past regrets

Nothing lets me forget

A second of peace

Lies lovely in my memory,

Glances at me in the mirror.

Have mercy

On my tortured mind,

The sound behind

Pierces my soul

I feel the grind

Of hell’s watchthings

Preying on what they find

At the bottom

Of the wishing well.

The smell of fear

Envelops my body.

Count the days…

Til Christmas.

Kit

Leaving topple twister bent cranked feel

Flatten belch tap drool mantle dictate tense

Crafts jugular flop steal crop kit deafening

Portion practice flew greater up frog stencil

Harsh quiz freeze pointed helper venture