The Cost Of One’s NatureA Poem by JessA psychological poem about guilt and repercussions.No man is sinless But I’m a sin on my own No man is free of mess But my seeds have already been sown
Various crimes did I commit But the biggest one is my existence In here I’ve struggled to live and fit But realized I’ve no importance
Constant thoughts trouble my mind One after another Answers to which I can't find My anguish will be forever
Guilt now seems a part of life Life which has sunk in apathy But I’ll be dead so no more strife Until I’ll be buried in agony © 2016 JessAuthor's Note
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Added on February 28, 2016Last Updated on February 28, 2016 AuthorJessAboutI think I'm one of those people who stay in a conflict about who they actually are. I struggle to find which way i look better. I have a deep imagination which has no end. And if you ever meet me then.. more..Writing
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