The Guilt

A guilt immeasurable,
Born from knowing,
My life remains immutable;
Unchanged at your coming.

Your momentous entrance,
Into this world unforgiving,
Mere ripple on the surface,
Not an upheaval - shattering.

Your glowing visage, momentarily
Soothes my burdened soul,
Still I cling to the dreary baggage,
Of every unrealizable goal.

Self-absorption continues,
Unabated in intensity,
Motherly sacrifices don’t imbue,
My profligate propensity.

Tears fail to rend my calm,
Pleadings don’t beseech,
Wracking sobs don’t twist my arm,
And for the door I reach.

Muttering sweet nothings with a kiss,
Saying I'll soon be back,
Knowing you'll forget all this,
Confident you'll bounce back.

Only the burden on my soul;
This guilt immeasurable,
Will never let me feel whole;
Just incomplete, quite incapable.