In the shadow of the night, I sit alone,
Haunted by whispers of my own misdeeds,
A burden heavy, like a stone,
Memories that my conscience feeds.

Silent tears fall, unseen by any eye,
The echoes of my actions loud and clear,
A heart that cannot help but cry,
Drowning in a sea of fear.

Time moves on, yet I remain stuck,
In a web of sorrow and despair,
Wishing to turn back the clock,
To a time when I was unaware.

But the past is a relentless ghost,
A specter that will not leave,
In the end, it’s guilt that hurts the most,
A pain from which I cannot reprieve.