Guilt

By: Young Person

A piece of prose

A little parcel of it

All wrapped up in fear and anger

I kept it next to my heart

So that every time I felt joy

Or the need to laugh

This little gnoll would remind me

Of the horrible thing I'd done

And then one day

I decided to reach in deep inside

And rip out this tumour

I threw it as far as I could

And laughed like a man freed from jail

Now I let myself feel sorrow

And grieve for what has passed

But guilt has no place in my life

I've learnt my lesson

And moved on

For what's passed is gone