Ode to A friend

Guilt
Is the feeling you've built
Deep inside my guild
Making my conscious tilt
'Till I feel like I'm walking on stilt

Sad
Is the feeling I had
Of thinking how bad
I've hurt my best lad
Sincerely I'm not glad

Stress
Is the feeling you rest
Upon my darl, empty chest
Though I tried to suppress
This feeling did not egress

And tears
Are falling down my ears
As my heart you steers
Approaching sorrow as you sneers
And in subtlety you jeers