Guilt for the Dying

Well, I hate to think it
But I know it's true:
When you got old and sick,
I stopped loving you.

When you need me most,
I turn and leave the room-
Throwing up all over,
I can't stand being near you.

I hate myself for doing it
And 'Why?' you cannot see.
Now, more than ever,
I know that you need me.

I wish you would just die
For I cannot deal with it.
I loved you when you were younger-
I can't love you when you're sick.

January 24, 1997

guilt.txt

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