In the depths of night, a whisper calls my name,
A shadow of regret, a flicker of shame.
The echoes of my past, they haunt and confound,
In the silent corners where my guilt is found.

Each step I take, the weight of remorse,
A burden unseen, a relentless force.
Memories etched in the fabric of time,
Each mistake, a relentless chime.

The faces I’ve wronged, the trust I’ve betrayed,
Their voices, a symphony of pain replayed.
In the mirror’s reflection, I see the scars,
The remnants of choices, like distant stars.

Yet in this sorrow, a glimmer of grace,
The hope for redemption, a tender embrace.
For in the heart’s chamber, forgiveness may bloom,
And the shadows of guilt may find their room.