Guilt

Guilt

When you forgot to wake someone up early,

A teenager who smacks down the alarm repeatedly,

When you don’t chime hourly,

For another to complete an assigned task consistently,

When you don’t want to feed a predawn gruel,

While they enjoy a few extra hours in bed coil,

When the face in front of you is sulking,

Even though it could not you, but work piling,

When you get yelled and snubbed upon,

For prodding the young of tasks undone,

When you get shoved and scarred,

For reminding pre-adults to raise their life’s bar,

When you get words hurtful,

Especially when you expect them to be delightful,

When tired eyes doze away,

And all tasks still await outside your open eye’s way,

When you don’t instantly create,

What others pile on to your already full plate,

For carving out a tiny space,

A time for yourself to balance the fast pace,

For expecting an apology,

To compensate a disastrous folly,

For sleeping in till late,

On a Sunday with no emergency date,

When fingers point towards your being,

Even though it clearly was someone else’s doing,

You cringe and shrink,

Your mind is on a brink,

The guilty feeling keeps mounting,

Till the head can hear the heart pounding,

Need a safe and healthy way out,

To keep the head out of the polluted cloud.