Beneath the cloak of night, I lay bare,

My secrets gnawing deep within.

A chorus of whispers, a relentless snare,

Threatening to consume my soul from kin.

With trembling hands, I pen my words,

Each line a testament to my shame.

The weight of guilt, a crushing burden,

Pushing me down, a punishing game.

I confess my sins, both great and small,

The deeds that haunt me through the night.

The lies I’ve told, the promises I let fall,

The hearts I’ve shattered in my flight.

I bare my weakness, stripped and raw

A sinner lost, seeking redemption.

With every stroke, I feel the weight withdraw,

And hope begins to glimmer in the tension.

Through the act of confession, I find grace,

A path to heal, to mend my broken ways.

To shed the burden I’ve endured for days,

And walk towards a brighter, purer place.

So here I stand, my soul laid bare,

My secrets shared, my pain exposed.

May these words echo through the air,

As I seek forgiveness, my spirit unposed.