In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Shadows cast by memories sour,
Guilt, a whisper in the dark,
Leaves its everlasting mark.
Echoes of the past resound,
In my mind, they are bound,
Regrets woven in a silent thread,
A heavy heart thatâs often fed.
The weight of choices, made in haste,
Time, a relentless, unforgiving waste,
Faces haunt my waking dreams,
In the quiet, my spirit screams.
Seeking solace in the morning light,
Yet shadows linger, out of sight,
Guilt, a loyal, haunting friend,
With me until the very end.