In the quiet moments of the night,
When the world is cloaked in dark,
The whispers of guilt take flight,
Leaving behind an indelible mark.
Shadows dance upon the wall,
Echoes of actions left unsaid,
The weight of choices starts to fall,
Heavy lies upon the bed.
Regret wraps its tendrils tight,
Around the heart it weaves a chain,
Memories of wrongs ignite,
A never-ending, silent pain.
Seeking solace in the light,
Yet guilt’s shadow never fades,
It haunts the soul through day and night,
In endless, sorrowful parades.