Entanglement of Victim’s Web

Go far thee, Guilt.
I want to not know you,
sense you, nor hear
the clattering of your chains
that hug my ankles,
ladening my steps.
Oppressing my goals.
Thy power rekindles flames
from which are born, embers
which layer my path.
I stumble, I fall
with force that awakens ashes
from their grounded beds.
Engulfed is sight
with clouded curtain,
hindering progression.

Must find myself a river.
Ease into its boundaries,
then float upon its water.
Watch as ashes become
tiny specks upon a ripple.
Lubricating will this water be
as shackles drop
with weight of ball and chain.
Goes far my Guilt,
forever sunken.