Shame

Shame is the color of cheeks gone red.
The whimper of a meek dog.
The taste of cold metal.
And the smell of burnt hair.
It looks like a lone tree in a fire-stricken field.
A great burden upon my soul.

Shame is grey with dullness.
Silent
It is the taste of raw meat,
Straight off the bone.
It is the smell of fish gone awry.
The sight of a dark graveyard.
The loneliness in my being.

Shame is the tint of a burning flame.
The sound of violent winds attacking a willow tree.
A noise of a homeless child,
Silent upon her footsteps.
Its taste is bitter, impure.
An everlasting smell of a decomposing body.
An ongoing woe.

Shame is the emotion,
That is only one's own fault.