>The Guilt

Have you seen death? I have. I have seen many die by my hand, Guilt follows my every step, Their faces haunt my dreams, The shots ring in my ears. As I watched them, Their eyes filled with pain , Terror flashed across their faces. With trembling bodies, They fell towards the blood-stained ground. Why hadn't they told me this When I had signed on? I wish I could wake, From this nightmare of life . I try, But... I can't. I weep at night, Praying for forgiveness, But their faces remain. I wish I could forget, The torment I saw in their eyes, But... I can't. The deaths I have seen is great, But the guilt is greater. I wish I could forget everything, But... I just can't.