No Guilt

I see the guilt

I want to welcome it

To shake hands

And ask how do you do

But all it does is sit there

Like it’s disabled

Mumbling stupid shit to itself

I walk off laughing at it

Leaving it alone in the dark

A Real Dream

Your words come to me

Slowly, as if it were a dream

Their muffled sounds penetrate me

Until the meaning becomes clearer

I can make sense of the dream now

“You’re a waste.”

 

It’s a sound I’d like to forget

But it keeps rolling around in my head

I keep dreaming it

Your laughter starts to become clearer

I can see it’s just good sport to you

But I’m boiling from the inside

Boiling, slowly erupting

Was it a dream

Did you really?