unwarented guilt.A Poem by alan khan
and even then the sick churning boils in my pit.
because everything is as it should be..
i succeed in whatever i choose just as easily as i breathe.
i do what i want and have no one or no thing to say otherwise.
my existence carries a sense of importance..
far greater than that of the average human.
every inch of my being sharpened..
razor thin imperfections shattered finally
by the realization of the self.
and still i am plagued by how unfair this all is?
why am i..?
why soil in guilt?
had you not bathed in that acid of adolescence?
and not that adolescence that the ball-less heathens whine of..
but the un heard of that you suffered through.
haven't you endured enough hell to allow yourself this earned perfection?
more like yeah.
© 2011 alan khan
Added on February 3, 2011
Last Updated on February 3, 2011