Only The Guilty

Only the guilty will know the words that sometimes my pen writes. The anguish and abandonment I feel into the dark of night when I joined the parade of tortured souls who hide away from the dawning light. Only the guilty will know the persistence of my pens might. May they lay awake in anguish tortured by the souls of many whom they have stabbed without an eyelash flinched. Only the guilty will know of whom I speak as their sleepless nights prevail. Haunted by the phantoms and their ghostly wail, seeing their tethered victims lay with muted screams yelling from mouth-less faces. 16 January 2011