In the quiet whispers of the night,
Shadows of guilt begin to take flight.
They dance around my weary mind,
Leaving traces of regret behind.

The moonlight casts a silver hue,
On memories of what I didn’t do.
Each moment lost, a silent cry,
As stars bear witness to my sigh.

The echoes of my past mistakes,
Resurface in the stillness lakes.
Their ripples spread through time and space,
Reflecting sorrow on my face.

I seek redemption in the dawn,
Hoping to find a path reborn.
Yet guilt remains, a steadfast guest,
Until my soul can find its rest.