Shame

As I look up at the sky, wondering how I’m still alive – I see a shadow of a raven peering deep into my lies. They go as deep as outer space, a never ending void. Like a black hole, it sucks away all my joy.

Is there a way out? I am yet to know. Yet I go and I go, trying to move forward. Like a black cat, I am an outcast. I am misunderstood. As I read between the lines of graphite passed down onto me, I learn through all of this pain – there is nowhere I’d rather be.

There is always light at the end of the tunnel, even through the darkest of times. And until the day I die, I will strain to move forward from past mistakes and be alright. Nothing lasts forever, darkness will end sometime. But for now like a bento box, I am left forgotten and far behind.

3 thoughts on “Shame

    1. Ha thanks. This actually isn’t about me, it’s just about the concept of guilt and the grip it has on our society. It’s written in first person even though it’s not about me, because that’s how I do it.

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