Shame, that cursed killing shame, <br />cascading into flooding tears. <br />Feelings, it is me to blame. <br />shame, the knife, cutting that sears. <br /> <br />Seconds, feel like hours and hours, <br />minutes, feel like the longest days, <br />Gone the good, like milk that sours, <br />the food that poisons, alters gaze. <br /> <br />Energies sapped, deeply sapped, <br />life lost sight of, joyous, never. <br />Fears that one is lost, entrapped, <br />shame hovers as if for ever. <br /> <br />Shame, that cursed killing shame <br />projects one into tortured space, <br />body twisted, so crippled, lame <br />shame, that devil so hard to face.<br /><br />Susan Alldred Lugton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cursed-shame/
