Found Poem

"Guilt, A Powerful Thing"

by John Zalazinski

If you can't see the poem:

Suddenly, contrite it just slipped out.

Promise not to tell.

I didn't mean to do this!

Say anything else.

The old brick house at the end of the line.

No calling home.

I chose these words because it describes how guilt can take over in seconds. It is really hard to keep things secret, especially when its something terrible or a huge mistake you made. It also mentions consequences like "The old brick house" and "no calling home." Which means your in prison and you can do nothing about it. You can't call home to explain yourself, and you can't explain your guilt to anyone you know or never seen.