Remorseful Me

Lost in a dream of who I used to be

Shuddering to think of what they see

 

Adrift in the ocean drowning in shame

As waves of sorrow silence my name

 

My soul weathered by the guilty air

Haunted by visions of judgmental stares

 

Tumbling like driftwood onto the shore

With emotional regrets left to endure

 

My salvation is felt close at hand

As I burrow beneath the tranquil sands

 

The key is death – death is the key

To save me from – my remorseful me

2018©KGPetrone

[Writing prompt based on the accompanying image by Realistic Poetry International]

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