Survivor’s Guilt

I sit back and watch my thoughts fly by like birds

I wish I didn’t have the compassion to let them live.

They are ugly and vile.

I sit back and become a lover to my guilt.

I give her sweet kisses and nurture her

So she grows stronger with me.

And I love her.

And I wish I could kill her.

We watch the sky and listen to the birds

Screaming.