You, the Perpetrator

Then just sigh and repent
and regret and lament,
Why move on? Or even accept;
when ignorance can counsel
And distractions can sell dopamine

Keep crying, cribbing, blaming;
Satiate cynical callings,
Condemn the uncontrollable,
For you fear not

You fear not of morals;
Rather, you fear truth, not yourself
You fear guilt

let the guilt seep in
let it settle
and explode again
let it resurface
and then vaporise

or feel it
boil inside
make a potion out of it
churn it yet again and make the elixir of life
ingest that
and be free

Happiness is not a choice,
Sorrow is…

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