Survivor's Burden

On denoting survivor's guilt.

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A nightmare

A waking nightmare

And with every second to regret and repent

It only grows into a surreal reality.


Staring me down like the feral wolf

Sneaky, savage, strange, yet all too dangerous

Chasing the sin of the strong innocent.

When the stone that is memory etched

Crumbles from time's enduring work

I will be a bird, flying freely, soaring from the guilt of the innocent survivor

But that day is the time of no return, and I will Endure.

Madison Dusseau

Survivor's Burden by Madison Dusseau