River of Guilt
The night was long
and sleep never came
I spent the lonely hours
Counting teardrops
The punishment, for a tragedy
of my own doing,
is drinking from the river of guilt
Cresting at my feet
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The image and the poem instantly brought the McGarrigle’s Cool River to mind, your second stanza particularly, damning and devastating…
Thank you. I had not heard the song before and I can understand why it would remind you of it. It’s always interesting where someone else’s words might take us. ☺️💕
Strong imagery, sadness, hurt and loneliness captured in so few words. The last two lines are mesmerizing. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you so much Miriam ☺️💕
The river of guilt is always full of dread.
Yes, so true 😧
Oh, that river of guilt will never dry 🙁
No, not any time soon 🫤
Such a touching poem Christine
Thank you dear Sadje ☺️❤️
You’re most welcome