The Guilt

Josh was a good person,

He would never go cursin’,

He was very smart

And made good Art,

And their was never a sin he’d do…

He never knew what he would do

But what you do, you cannot re-do,

But he was tempted,

Anyone would have attempted

He never knew what he would feel…

So on a single morning,

As sun was dawning,

He saw that thing,

He knew what it would bring,

But what else could he do…

He snatched it from the floor,

And slid out the door,

And took it there,

But why here?

It was the only safe place left…

He snuck back in

He knew his sin,

He hoped no one would mind,

And that they’d all be that blind,

But that’s what only he thought…

When school was done

He’d have to run

But than should I go slow

No one would know

He had to get home hidden…

But than came the warning,

On the next morning,

There was a crime,

And it only be time,

Until they would lock on…

He got home in one piece

But he got no peace

Because the conscious came in,

But it had just started to begin,

Namely a bad feeling came in him…

He felt really bad

But it was worse than bad

It would chase him

Into that corner so very dim,

There was no escape from the guilt…

There was no where to go,

And no one would ever know,

But the only thing he’d ever get,

Was a heart full of regret,

What would ever become of Josh…