Yet unmentioned.
Ignored,
Like the elephant in the room,
Of your mind.
But lives clearly in your eyes,
Like the tell tale signs of a functioning addict,
Who lives each day,
In denial of the severity of his habit.
It is a monster that dwells inside your head,
And never forgets.
Never does it grant you a release from the burden of your regrets.
A demon that slowly usurps the power,
Of the integrity in your heart.
A parasite from which you cannot part.
It is a sibling of shame, though it is worse than the same.
For this is a bastard child fathered by blame.
And it carries your name.
It is the cancer of a once clear conscience, and it grows,
And grows.
It never slows,
Or gains.
It just remains.
It is a force,
Unable to be weakened by remorse.
For your regret is an emotion arrived too late,
To deliver you away,
From your already sealed fate.
A fate born,
From a wise man's foolish choice.
It lingers now only as the haunting,
Taunting voice,
Of realisation,
That there is no parole granted,
From this moral incarceration.
Trapped in a cell that your own actions built.
Serving your time in your prison of guilt.