Fallout: A Collection of Poems

GUILT TRIP

I embark on a little guilt trip 
Down the swamp of modern life

The crocodiles watch me drift 
Beckoning me with tear stained eyes

Dirty bubbles pop with screams 
Begging me to jump for a swim

As I sail the boat grows heavier 
Weighed down by unanswered cries

I’m sinking now.
And the water is more than grateful