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.