As each day closes,
A moment of my hope dies within its passing.
Unanswered prayers lie about the floor,
In puddles of tears.

My deadly sin of pride,
Deems acceptance of responsibility,
For your pain I have awakened,
By sending you astray.

Dreams shattered now,
On deaf ears fall my cries for absolution,
Heart’s lack of breath in suffocation,
By my own hand.

The irony of guilt.