Nancy L. Meek


I will not pile on any guilt
to that hill you tote around,
the one that war first built,
where death and grief abound;

nor to that massive mountain
it has hence become to you
when tears become a fountain
and it’s all that you can do…

to hold onto that last rock
despite your blood-soaked hands
despite that gun you cock
when no one understands;

despite the stupid notions
that you wish to end your life;
when it’s just the damn emotions…
the pain… the grief… the strife!

If only they could grasp your pain,
they’d see that mountain, too;
and thus, the reason I refrain
from piling guilt on you.

This poem inspired the response “Because I Love” ©Copyright February 20, 2006 by Robin Amy Bass