Face flushed masked with shame I tear away and run (sometimes it seems as though I am always running) though I have no destination nowhere to go and as I feel him gaining on me (every day it seems as if he is getting closer and closer) I try to step lightly through the soft white powder desperately trying to leave no mark no imprint I almost smile as the cold air numbs my body And as the wind seeps right through me I look at myself as though I was an intruder (trespassing on a pathway which I swore I would never stumble upon) and in protest my mind detaches from my body for fear that it may be held responsible and as I crouch and hide (safe if only for a moment) I stop and look trying to remember which way I came from my glazed eyes scan the barren desert of snow shuddering as its rich purity screams at me reminding me that I am so much the opposite
Reason for writing:
I suppose we all eventually learn from our mistakes, but at
the time that aspect is clearly forgotten. Guilt is a
horrible emotion isn't it?
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