Shame, that cursed killing shame,
by Susan Alldred Lugton
cascading into flooding tears.
Feelings, it is me to blame.
shame, the knife, cutting that sears.
Seconds, feel like hours and hours,
minutes, feel like the longest days,
Gone the good, like milk that sours,
the food that poisons, alters gaze.
Energies sapped, deeply sapped,
life lost sight of, joyous, never.
Fears that one is lost, entrapped,
shame hovers as if for ever.
Shame, that cursed killing shame
projects one into tortured space,
body twisted, so crippled, lame
shame, that devil so hard to face.