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

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