In the silence of the night, whispers haunt the air,
Echoes of a past, heavy with despair.
The heart, a captive, bound by unseen chains,
In the depths of guilt, where sorrow reigns.

Eyes that once sparkled now dim with regret,
Memories linger, impossible to forget.
Every breath a reminder, every thought a thorn,
In this endless night, where the soul is worn.

The mirror reflects a visage lost in pain,
Seeking redemption in the falling rain.
Yet forgiveness feels like a distant shore,
As waves of guilt crash evermore.

But in the darkness, a flicker of light,
A whisper of hope in the silent night.
For even in guilt’s relentless embrace,
The heart seeks peace, a gentle grace.