The Guilty

I am falling, falling into an eternal sleep

The life I couldn’t hold onto, the life I couldn’t keep.

My reckless actions, without consequence

The other driver, who had no self-defense

My guilty conscience keeping me awake at night,

for my never-ceasing battle ends tonight.

The bright light is up ahead

So please, forgive me before I am dead.

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