Enclosed in a shell like a tortoise, Keeping away from the lively movements and noise, My own, I fail to recognise, Do not shake hands with me please I am no more, no more at ease, I suffer from a guilt complex, Was I the one to destroy a friendship Or lose my temper in a relationship. The other day I threw some litter on the road, Turned a deaf ear to the call for prayer, I suffer from a guilt complex I am amazed at my faults. Have I them or have I not? Is it just the state of my mind Or has somebody without cause have me to remind Of a non-existent situation, Will I ever surface, I suffer from a guilt complex. Published in Daily Times, April 25th 2018.