Shades of guilt

Emphatically she spoke,
eventually I wrote.
The varied feelings that toyed.
She gave up being coy.

The punter within slept all along.
The hunter caged himself.
The former self grew proud.
And soft denial grew loud.

Breath.
You almost brought my death.
Fingers.
You dangerous harbingers!

Shudder lost soul.
The shades of guilt entice me.

They mock me;
infuriate me.
They try. They try.

Your shades of guilt,
can’t even penetrate a feather.

Varun Rajagopalan

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