He frightens me.
Guilt Goblin invades my mind
dark. Evil. Goblin of Guilt
jolts me awake. I am shrouded in self-loathing
and worthlessness, and hatred. Of me.
I force my tortured mind to focus elsewhere.
But it’s impossible to concentrate with
Guilt Goblin gnawing, gnawing, gnawing with nasty teeth
I fight it. Sometimes I win, mostly I don’t.
The relief of victory is almost worth
that first feeling of self-hatred
another day begins.
by Shirley Mcintyre