The Burden of Blame

Guilt, the weight that pulls me down

A heavy burden, always around

I try to shake it, to run and hide

But it follows me, a constant tide

In the shadows of the old library

I sit and ponder, lost in misery

The words on the page, they blur and mix

As I am consumed by guilt's dark tricks

The past, it haunts me, a ghostly sway

A choice I made, that went astray

I try to atone, to make amends

But the guilt remains, it never ends

I wear it like a cloak, a shroud of shame

A constant reminder of my own blame

I try to move on, to find some peace

But guilt is a wound that will not cease

So I sit and ponder, in the murky gloom

Burdened by guilt, a prisoner of my own doom

Hoping someday, to find some release

From this shadowy bastille of guilt and grief.

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