The Guilt Over Innocence

Guilt is wrapped around much of my thought;
etched with my pain and sorrow;
I bear that guilt for all that I’ve wrought;
perhaps, I’ll forget it tomorrow.

But, tomorrow always stays one step ahead;
barely remaining in view;
all guilt remains, until we are dead;
when we’re made brand new.

Of some guilt; I am unjustifiably proud;
for those I hold in contempt;
hating ones who are vile; should be allowed;
surely, this guilt is exempt.

But, when I’ve harmed someone, innocent;
the gates of heaven remain closed;
unable to come home; I remain an itinerant;
a shadowy ghost, with its evil exposed.

Murdering an innocent child is a sin;
an evil of the highest degree;
a mind allowed evil to grow, within;
a life, never permitted to be.

The most evil of all; is murder in the womb;
demons condemn innocence to death;
a most holy place; now, reduced to a tomb;
innocence takes its last breath.

I said not a word when the innocent cried;
I bear the guilt; not allowing life to live;
turning my back; when our innocence died.
Only the Lord of Hosts can forgive.

I keep thinking: I’m not guilty of this crime;
but within; I know I’m just bluffing;
while living in a kingdom that’s evil, sublime;
I’m guilty, because I did nothing.

Monty 6/22,23 # 1,635