Fault [4]
All my fault. And tonight laying in my bed Not knowing who does Nightmares and crippling fears confined, Bottled in a stony, icy cave Life goes on, plunging…
All my fault. And tonight laying in my bed Not knowing who does Nightmares and crippling fears confined, Bottled in a stony, icy cave Life goes on, plunging…
His touch slips I cling With neither fingers nor limbs But the heart grips Silent scream And bile alike rise up In the throat a scorching Which tears cannot…
But I stumbled and looking down Saw not rocks but my feet upon which I tripped I cut them off leaving Putrid rotting stumps with toenails Black as charred…
For God so loved the world He gave His only Son, That whosoever believes in Him should not perish But have eternal life. And I believed in Him. Crimson guilt…
It wasn’t my fault. Okay, not totally my fault. I mean, yeah, maybe I shouldn’t have been walking along the highway. But baseball practice ran late, and it…
“Don’t touch me.” she says, scarcely audible. Rachel tries to hold back her sadness-- seeping in uncontrollable drops onto the white napkin neatly tucked in a…
I am filled with an emptiness. Something has been torn away. Stolen without my ever having known it was there. Where did it go? The pain is numbing. The anger…
After a few moments, finally able to think once more, only one sentence continually runs through my head. What have I done? “It’s my fault,” I utter…