Gabriell's Guilt

Gabriell's Guilt

I stood
in the circle
that was made for me,
I could have
turned away.

My hands
held the rope
that pulled me into the abis,
I should have
let it go.

My rage
rose up
caught me in it's grip.
Nothing could have
stopped me now.

My arm
held the dagger
that plunged into her side.
Her death covers me
like her blood.

My tears
cannot quench
the flames burning my soul.
Nothing will ever
be the same.

Any comments would be welcomed. This material is so rich I could not resist trying a poem. I have read and enjoyed the many sensitive works on the forum. Thanks for the inspiration.

Nanzar