The feeling of guilt gnaws
like a hungry animal at the heart,
spoiling every pleasure.

Can I live with the enormity
of the pain I have caused
to those I have known?

With Herculean muscles twitching,
the guilt is pushed away,
and self-forgiveness is feigned.

For the moment I can walk on,
ignoring the hot iron on my chest.

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