Guilt

[Stella]

I have forgotten to feed them
and they sit there on cold
naked branches patiently
waiting as the frost stings
spider webs.

I in my soft bed ‘neath warm
cosy coverlets
cannot sleep for my guilt
and they cannot sleep for
their hunger;

So quietly I slip from my bed
out into the freezing night air
to atone
for my thoughtlessness
and hope i will be forgiven
on a higher level,
that sleep will now come
as guilt and hunger
are sated.

© Stella Armour 07-01-2017

[Karin Anderson]

Your kindness is admirable and brrrr it must be so cold going out into the freezing night in the UK . A sensitive and thoughtful write indeed Stella!

[ken.brandli]

You can sleep the sleep of the just now Stella. As always, you pen beautifully and evocatively, while employing a simplicity and directness that respects the subject.

[Stella]

Karin and Ken, thank you both so much for your kind comments