To Guilt

Guilt, the greatest of enemies,

for it comes from no stranger  

A self nurtured foe 

The someone whom you know

A self inflicted war within

With one who is so akin

YOU.

A mire that pulls one down into a subtle depression

A black hole dwelling in one's heart sucking off life

master in hiding master of disguise

Existing someway in both wise and otherwise

One knows it is there but can never find

A treacherous soul playing games in mind

In defence one might wear a mask

Only to live with threats to unmask

Desperation and anxiety  to prevent the mask from falling

Being a fleeing fugitive becomes lifetime calling

Makes one run away from self in fear

Shattering the standing ground around and near

Throws into mouth of an abyss

That strangles one in a deadly kiss

That consumes its victim in unquenchable thirst of redemption..

Wilfully executing its preemption