My Manic Guilt

It's all my own
This manic guilt-
The mad, shrill tone,
Anger I felt-
A mouth that pours
Insults I spout...

Words stream before
I check them first,
Bitter and more
intense-a burst
Of flame that roars
My righteous shout ...

Can this be it,
The way we'll be-
My girl who lit
The fire in me-
My anger shores
Up, rising out

Of those shattered
Dreams that surround
Us; ash scattered-
True hope isn't found
Where burns from scores
Of nasty words
abound.