I woke once more, the room cloaked in shadows,
My body weary, tangled in despair's throes.
In the stillness, a haunting presence lingered,
A silent echo, as my soul quivered.
Vomit stained the sheets, a symbol of distress,
A physical manifestation of inner duress.
The air heavy with the stench of remorse,
A penance paid for choices, an unspoken force.
The darkness whispered, "Mom, Mom," in refrain,
A yearning for solace, to ease the pain.
Apologies echoed in the silent night,
As I grappled with the consequences of the fight.
The plea for forgiveness, a feeble sound,
Lost in the abyss, where fears abound.
A tortured soul seeking redemption's light,
In the void where remorse takes flight.
"Sorry for the crazy lady," a whispered confession,
An admission of guilt, a painful procession.
Begging forgiveness in the shadows' embrace,
As fear and anguish danced with grace.
"Sorry, I beg you," a mantra in despair,
In the heart of darkness, an earnest prayer.
A symphony of sorrow, a soul laid bare,
The weight of remorse, an unbearable snare.
Guilt, like a relentless tide, pulled me under,
A tempest of emotions tearing asunder.
In the depths of night, where shadows play,
I grappled with the fear that wouldn't sway.
The room held secrets, whispered in the dark,
A confessional for a soul stark.
Amidst the wreckage of choices made,
I sought solace in the shadows' shade.
In the harsh light of day, she stirred once more,
Her body heavy, heart aching to the core.
Sickness clung to her like shadows on a sunlit shore,
Powerless, she lingered, weakened to her very core.
"Mother, mother," she whispered, a desperate plea,
A lament for the chaos, a cry for souls set free.
"I'm sorry for the torment, for the pain within me,
Forgive me, I implore you, let redemption find me."
Yet respite eluded her, in her own filth she lay,
A feeble soul under the unforgiving day's array.
"Mother, mother," she sobbed, as strength ebbed away,
A symphony of sorrow in the harsh and glaring grey.
The morning sun bore witness but offered no release,
A vessel of affliction, seeking the balm of peace.
"I'm sorry for the madness, for the sins that won't cease,
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