The feeling is fuzzy,
everywhere but the pit of my stomach.
It aches, more or less moans at me.
Yells so loud the guilt must be herd by my head and the heart nurtures such sympathy.

It rings in my head when it's quiet,
when I'm alone its louder,
like multiple gun shots to the tune of a symphony.
It's sleepless nights,
fighting back hunger
and worse of all
its lying to a loved one.