Always guilty after each small disaster
judged and condemned for all time
I can offer nothing in true mitigation
guilty as charged for each crime.
My prison always surrounds me
though somehow I feel honoured with life?
always pushed into line by my captor
while watching real hope just pass by.
My cell is as wide as the ocean
though my space feels closed and confined
where I hear every whisper that's whispered
in this my guilty mind.