Running and Running

I decided to do another T. S. Elliot style poem. In this one I explore what the burden of guilt can do to some.

Running and running

Forever onward and away

Away from my past

My failures

My sorrows

My grief

Running and searching

Looking for light of redemption

Redemption from the strife I caused

From lives I took

From the pain I inflicted

From the destruction I brought

Running and hoping

Hoping to be forgiven

Forgiven for my sins

For my carelessness

For my heartlessness

For my hate

Running and forgetting

Forgetting everything I've done

Everything I've seen

Everything I've heard

Everything I've lost

For now, all I have is to forget

I ran too fast

I ran past the light

Caught up in my desperation

I shoved aside forgiving hands

Guilt being my master

Fear being my weakness

The gorge swallowed me

As I tripped on the roots of my loss

I fell forgotten

And so, I did the same

And my pain washed away

And with it went my soul 

Reviews

[James]

Wow, very nice. Guilt can be a powerful thing. I liked it, it flowed very nice with no interruptions. A good meaningful write with a lesson.

[A.marie.speaks]

Love the style. You captured the burden of guilt very well. I'm a t.s. elliott fan as well. It carries on really well.

[Aventicus]

Thank you very much.

[daninstockholm]

Superbly crafted! Very well done!

[Aventicus]

Thank you, Mr. Stockholm. I figured I should try exploring what fate one faces when they are too afraid to accept the redemption placed directly in front of them.