Guilt Trip by Temi Enemigin

How enchanting are the Guilt-hills
To the melancholic lovers of nature
Whose past are decked with adventures
The present finds alluring
Gloomy tourists take a guilt-trip
To that scenic land of self-reproach
They stumble upon classified facts
Once concealed by a seared heart
With great quivering, every data is consumed
And reality, exhumed
Gloom blooms into tears
Overflowing tourists with contrition
The gory tales of yesterday has kept mouths agape
Perpetrator’s faces are plastered with shame
For redemption, aching hearts yearn
Will nemesis give mercy a chance?
© Temi Enemigin