by Jessica L.H. Stanfield
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
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Uh oh....here I go again! :)
I wonder if,
where no one,
not even me,
I'll find a way to erase the blame
that I hid there?
I told you it was gone.
I wonder if
that you're not completely absolved
of the guilt?
I hear guilt resounding in your explainations of behavior,
and the faint echoes of blame
resound in my forgiveness speech.
We can't make those feelings vanish without a trace.
We only shove them
to the most bottom
of deep down places
in our being,
and pretend they're not there.
Pretend that I don't blame you.
I'll pretend you don't feel guilty,
about that which we both know,
is your fault.
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|Reviewed by Handsum Hart
|very deep is this poem. the deeper we look the more we get to know ourself|
|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|Jessica...........and deep down a little item named the (Id) stores and remembers everything we do. So want to or not memories bad and good are always there. Very good Jessica. Bill|
|Reviewed by elois Masters (Reader)
|You have a nice voice, Jessica. Sincere.|