Guilt and
the Sickness
Like a
gentle breeze in the silent night
It comes
to steal your life
We have
been cautious
We have
kept our distance
We have
covered our faces
Avoided
gatherings
Yet
questions haunt me
For there
are times
I might
have slipped
Times I
might have allowed
Someone to
come too close
Or stay
too long
Or share
too much air
We are all
human after all
And yet I
am certain
We have
been far more careful
Than
nearly everyone we know
It does
not seem fair
That we
should be haunted
By guilt
as well as the sickness
itself
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