Guilt

Look back, think back
of all these things you've done.
Guilt
long aimed at your heart.
Hear the whoosh...
it missed.
Raised yet again...
here it flies.
whoops...
and there it flies,
a deer fell down behind you.
Don't run, it follows faster than your shadows.
Don't hide, it becomes ten times your troubles.
Guilt
engulfs pureness like the dark,
it grows swifter than the forest,
holds you by the heart,
traps you like a maze
of today, of the past.
The hourglass is stuck to the table -
has always been and always will.
Drop the bow,
you're the archer.
Guilt
is not in the arrow.
It grows in you.

*The deer mentioned is considered to hold the significance of pure.