Burden

I have a dilemma.
I'm not in trouble,
I'm not in danger,
But I feel horrible.
My heart rocks and pounds heavily,
Each time I think about it,
Because of this guilt-ridden secret.

Though I didn't do anything,
It makes me feel just as awful,
Keeping something that needs to be told,
So completely dense to my chest.


Is protection more worthy than truth to keep friendships?
Previously, that would've been an easier answer
Now, I am torn between the two.

Morally in theory, It is easier what to do
But I don't want to ruin something so good with someone I have grown so akin to,
Except our past and future tell very different stories.

The friend, a wildfire that erupts high in the air,
Paying no attention,
To the danger that she causes,
As everything she built up,
Burns down in flames.

Myself, a man who wanders on his own,
where the only conversation is between him,
And just a voice inside of his head,
One of hope,
But for him,
That ought not to be true
Even if there was great sentiment that came with the thought,
He knew that ought to be not true.
Perhaps thats just another thought.

All I know is,
This never ends well.

All I know is,
I'm not in trouble,
I'm not in danger,
For now.
At least it does feel that way....

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Interesting read! Many of us go through this dilemma or situation where we don't know which way to take. And that is the greatest tragedies of life. Nice reading it ☺