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Jan 2011
I fear i went one step too far,
Something I can't reverse,
Lord, help me through this,
And be my healing nurse.

The pain I feel goes to my soul,
It's in the core of my heart,
I can't bare it no more!
Why do we have to be so far apart?

I sit here gently rocking,
Tears silently sliding down my face,
My arms wrapped around me,
In a hugging embrace.

Why, oh why do I feel like this?
It's stupid to say the least,
I had to set him free, didn't i?
That scary, emotional beast.

The mixed feelings I feel,
Get me slightly confused,
What the hell is happening to me?
The beast looks on, amused.

As soon as I said it,
I knew I was going to pay,
What a stupid thing for me to do,
What a stupid thing for me to say.

I don't know whether you quite understand,
The guilt in which I do feel,
The beast is there before me,
It's something I need to ****.

To **** the beast though,
Is not an easy thing,
Trust me, I have tried,
But he always, always wins.

The reason why I said it?
I really do not know,
Except that I am an idiot,
And my brain was working slow.

Alas! I'm trying to make excuses,
For the sin I did commit,
But why should I bother,
When the light in my eye is not lit?

Why is it always easy,
To hurt your friends more,
Than the enemies that you have,
It makes my tears pour and pour.

The beast is now raging,
Trying to get free,
But i'll keep on battling,
That's the only key.

What weapons do I use though,
Against something that I can't see?
Swords and guns won't work,
Perhaps the mind of me?

I hope soon the day will come,
When this beast is slain,
For it has given me nothing,
But worry, grief and pain.
This is the longest poem I have ever written (so far) because I felt nothing but guilt at what I said/did to a great friend. Guilt is a horrible, mean thing like the Beast in this poem.
Alice Penny
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