mayawrites

Guilt is like a bird, that soars high across the sky,

Whipping up fantasies, an endless plight of fly.

A slow, excruciating wait, arrival in desperate haste,

Must succumb to persistence, hollow and disgraced.

Never attaining purpose, too late to go back,

Yearns a battle of prosperity, rather a torrenting attack.

Feathered friend, wings sore and hearts pour,

Up is the only way, down is Lion’s perilous roar.

The route is simple, straight, forever.

No conclusion, no exchange, just pain, whatsoever.

Trapped, growing pain and self-shame,

Because the Lion, who you upset, can never be tame.

No matter how much you attempt to please,

The sinking feeling will not ease.

Because the lion will endure, hunger insatiable,

An escape room that can not be escaped, destiny unchangeable.