Satisfaction

Feeding
On guilt
It creeps
And seeps

Deep.

Into

The crevices

Of an idle mind

That cannot speak truth to itself

Only lies.

Lacking esteem.
Lacking faith.
Lacking the hope one needs in order
To escape.

This cage is my home.
These shackles, my life.
And though it sounds odd,

Loneliness is my delight.

Depression exists
Only in feeble minds.

Feeding
On guilt
It creeps
And seeps

Deep.






And never dies.