Guilty As Sin 02 Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

The weight of it presses,
a stone lodged deep in the chest.
Every glance, every word,
a mirror reflecting what cannot be denied.

Hands tremble, not from fear,
but the knowledge of what they have done.
The truth, sharp and raw,
cuts deeper than any blade.

There is no escape,
only the echo of choices made,
carving their marks
into the soul's fragile walls.

To be guilty is to be human,
to wear the stain of imperfection.
But to remain so,
is to deny the chance of redemption.