Guilt of past deeds return to rip my conscience like a hyena tears at its prey. I’m not sure I’m guilty, they say I am. Is guilt placed by others mine to carry? Can guilt be placed if no guilt is deserved. Long ago an innocent man was found guilty. I’m doubly haunted, by the specter of guilt and the ghost of doubt. My escape is words on a page. The reader will empathize because He knows me through my words. No guilt in my words, only a cry for acceptance and peace.