A Private Guilt
As I walk away from the festival,
A dark cloud hangs over my head.
I realized I could have helped bring another joy,
But I did nothing when I had the chance.
It is pouring in my mind.
I am out in the open, no shelter at all.
I become soaked, catching a cold
But this is my punishment.
As I walk along on this clear night
I begin to realize that I too could have received joy
Had I given joy to her.
Yet, I procrastinated... and in shame.
Two ladies told me to take her
And continually harassed me about it.
However, they never knew of my true feelings for her.
And if I continue my silence
No one may ever find out
Not even herself.