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Where Guilt May Go

Updated on August 12, 2012

It’s time to find your place
But is it the walk or the stop?
You ride in a carriage of dreams
Is it time for you to get off?

You built your throne for one
Everyone else has to build their own
You have a reason as you carry on
And you continue to where you are drawn

The feeling of thought is more real than a cut
For what heals on the flesh lives on in the mind
We discard the bodies of those we conquer
Because pain is the only thing we can find

I drew you near when I had no place to turn
And what you saw was what you wanted to escape
You can never find a cure for a life of suffering
But two people can share the same fate

On my way to the funeral of our nights together
I realized how our travels are all that we know
If you could only love me for yourself
So the guilt of my pleasure will know which way to go


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      The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Hi Nellieanna - I hope you are in good health and spirits! Thank you for commenting and your very kind words and support. I always appreciate it.

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      Nellieanna Hay 5 years ago from TEXAS

      That sounds so - plaintive, and sincere! Beautifully done, Mark.