Guilt

[billy]

The second of this week's poems.

There needs to be a compromise
between the lies
and uttermost temptation.

For there is no elation. [is 'for needed?]

Just a sense of deprivation and the loss;
the loss of a slice of shady soul to a grain upon a cross. [this is a fantastic line and i love it]
Just a puff bated breath at every query
every curve of punctuation in their eyes.
Just prayer for that fiction to be
(for now)
alive.

Just that,

and relief.

And dread.

i have to be honest, i wasn't sure about this at first.

maybe i'm still not sure. if feels like the poetry is a chore, but then i felt i was being myopic, after more than a few reads, it feels like the life of a writer and their need for recognition. (maybe not recognition but acceptance) from those who pay the wages. jmo