Guilt

Of guilt I know nothing
And of guilt I know everything

A serpent one wears around oneself
out of ignorance and of duty

A penalty one pays for pleasure
or is it the pleasure itself?

Of guilt there is one thing
It is but a self-made demon
Created from the fog of the mind
Where we fear our creation in the end

In its existence we forget the freedom we have
To live the life one believes in
Bold and open
Afraid of none - not even the self
Out in the open for all eyes to see
Like an open book and with no shred of fear...

Fear fears itself and guilt is guilty of growing

in the dark shadows of the mind

To shine the light of freedom onto those forgotten corners

is all but one can do to be alive again!