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Unknown GuiltUnknown Guilt
By: Earnest Adams
What is this feeling? What does it mean? Is this what people call guilt?
But what am I to feel guilty about? I have done nothing wrong. And yet here I am having mood swings over nothing. The feeling is hard to explain. Some say it is anger, frustration, sorrow, or seriousness. To me it is something entirely different. It is like your heart being squeezed with a firm hand. Torturing you slowly, little by little. The pain gets worse as the feeling continues on. So long till eventually, your heart feels like it is beating out of your chest. As deep as it sounds, that is my perspective. But to have such a feeling at a time when you haven't committed any faults, you wonder what you have done. When nothing comes to mind, you are left pondering why you express such a feeling at an unnecessary time. So why ..why am I feeling guilty for nothing? I may never know why.
Heart Broken Heartbroken
"It's over!" "We're through!", and "You don't deserve me!" You've heard this before. As soon as you hear these words, your stomach drops and your heart aches. You know this feeling. Heartbreak. You wonder what you did wrong to deserve such a depressing response. Perhaps you cheated on your spouse. Maybe they have their eyes on someone that has more qualities. Or they want to get back with their ex. There are so many possibilities. Right now you don't what to do. Should you feel anger? Sorrow? Whatever the situation, you'll probably find yourself sulking around the house, thinking about those precious times. Just thinking about them will pr
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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