GUILT… a poem

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It always starts

With an ache in my stomach

Wishing I’d made another choice

But when it won’t go away

And it grows and grows

Comes truth and the ugly discourse

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

6 thoughts on “GUILT… a poem”

      1. Yes, doing much better, granted I got my husband sick in the process.πŸ˜‡ But I will help get better and build my immune system back up too.πŸ˜‰

        I hope you’re having a wonderful week, here’s to an amazing weekend!🌈 😊

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