Guilt Trip

Guilt Trip

Guilt flows in my veins

laid bare like branches in winter.

Im constantly conscious

Oh! That dress suits only models!

Less food and more water…

perhaps that’ll lighten my heavy mind too!

I must sit farther away so that I’m visibly invisible.

If only the burning questions could burn calories!

That would’ve been better than subtle judgements.

Is my voice taking too much space?

Im better off mum perhaps…

acceptance is the key to happiness!

Shall I curl under the blanket

or maybe walk behind in oblivion?

Or better still become a shadow…

unseen in the dark depths of self-loathing.

Never been the best…neither good enough!

It’s okay… consider me vacuum.

My presence won’t matter…nor absence felt!

But let me clear just one thing…

I’ve already drowned myself in guilt…

so don’t waste your words to push me down.

My world lies somewhere in a depth

that no one else can reach.

Finally…a safe haven for a numb poet!

© 2023 Taruchaya