A single mistake, a heavy strife,
Feels like walking a treacherous knife.

All day consumed by self-blame,
Seeking a remedy, like a jolly old game.

Lost my appetite and all taste,
Eatables now seem like a pointless chase.

Tossing and turning through the night,
Yearning for a glimmer of hopeful light.

But alas, what's done cannot be undone,
Back to the old path, where I'd begun.

Praying earnestly, it's all I can pursue,
Hoping that my wish will someday come true.