In the quiet corners of my mind, shadows dance,
Their whispers echo, a haunting, silent trance.
Memories clamor, demanding their due,
As guilt weaves its tapestry, old yet ever new.

Once, light shone where now shadows reside,
Innocence lost, in the tides of time it died.
Every word unspoken, every deed undone,
Wears the weight of guilt, a burden never won.

Through sleepless nights and restless days,
The heart in turmoil, in a labyrinth it stays.
Seeking forgiveness in the mirror’s gaze,
Yet the reflection offers no solace, no praise.

Hope flickers dimly, a distant, fragile light,
Guiding the weary soul through the endless night.
In the silence, a promise whispers, soft and low,
That redemption waits, where the heart dares to go.