He stepped
on his guilt
it
creaked.
'Shhhhhh! '
he whispered
to him
self
as he took off
his footsteps
one by one
(put them
in his pocket)
and continued on
in silence.
********
His guilt
knew him
for what
he was
a no good
lying two faced cheat
yet his
charm
hid this fact
from everyone else
except those
whose soul he'd hurt.
'Shhhh! '
smiles guilt
'I won't tell
anybody
..if you don't! '
*********
He became
naked
to
him
self
lost his clothes
shed his skin
unpacked his bones
arranged neatly
his vital organs
one by one
before him
'Mmmmmm...there seems
to be something(missing?)
but I just can't put my finger on it! '
Seems he had mislaid
his soul
left it upon the shelf
gathering dust
trapped
in a spider's web
with only two dead
bluebottles to talk to.
****
I guess you can guess I don't like this individual...this is a hymn of dis-praise to him.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trapped-in-a-spider-s-web/
