I am often asked, <br />Asked quietly by myself <br />While the dark trembles <br />Like the cold expectant thing <br />It is - I am asked <br />If I feel guilty <br />Staying home <br />While so many went. <br />I let the dark answer for me, <br />Swallowing my every fear, <br />Regurgitating each in turn <br />In my dreams: <br />I feel no guilt, only sorrow, <br />Sorrow <br />That they went they knew <br />And went <br />And always go.<br /><br />Roy Blokker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/survivor-s-guilt-2/
