Lingering Guilt

23 Mar 2022  C. chou  2 mins read.

Sitting in the quiet darkness
Over a wooden chair
My mind wanders

Drifting and travelling
Toward those forbidden memories

To those things
That I thought I had forgotten

But relentlessly they visit
Sneaking up on me
In the nighttime silence

Heavy and unforgiving weights
That force me to lament
My past mistakes

A series of
Concluding tragedies
That I can only repent

It constricts me
With a painful recollection

It taunts my inability
To change past events

It forces me to my knees,
As if asking me to plead

It offers to me
A promise to grant wonders.

But tonight,
In the lonely darkness,
I am no fool.

Nothing has the power,
To end the suffering,
That I force onto myself.

This story was inspired by a combination of a writing prompt from the “Storyteller’s Vault” Publication:

hush | lament

and a writing prompt from the “Promptly Written” Publication

My mind wandered…

C. Chou
C. Chou

A writer that loves cabbages and bamboo, but also enjoys writing and sharing fiction (particularly the fantasy genre). Find me on Medium at: