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April Flurry

Being Santa

Birthday

Brush Strokes

Byronic

City of Dreams

Cook and Drive

Do A Little, Leave A Lot

Ed Cases

Egg

Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)

Glory Sealed

Haiku Firework

Hangover

Holiday Camp

I Fell in Love on the Northern Line

I Fought The Law and I Won

Jack Dove (Canto 1)

January Blue

Job Sonnet

Jury Service

Letter to February

Lewes (Till I Die)

Loving You

Madhouse

Meat Elegy

My Best (Wasn't Good Enough)

Odd Ends

Our Neighbours

Ownsome Valentine

Persian Sailing

Probably Not

Road Kill

Salsa

Saturday Night at the J H Tavern

Slam Door

Smoke In The Night

Snowscape

The Fight

The Last Word

The Liger

Whilst on Lose Hill

Women


Photo of a lighthouse

Guilt
by Laura Taylor


Head in hands,
thoughts of despair,
comforted by a teddy bear.

Ashamed to think,
ashamed to do,
ashamed to see,
Let me be!

Doubts and sadness,
guilt and worry,
horror and fear.
The sky is clear
of blemishes that fill my head,
Would it be better if I were dead?

Laura Taylor

Posted: September 2006. Copyright: Laura Taylor (who loves lighthouses).
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