Guilt walks beside.
Noone to confide.
Just the accuser.
A twin insistent.
Bringing up the mistakes.
Decisions make or break.
Lawyer's interrogatory tone.
A path possibly alone.
My crooked aspirations, evidence.
My essence toward freedom, confession.
Feelings create the divine serious trial.
Truth condemns, can't live in denial.
The gates of betrayal.
Glorious tribunal.
Conscience fails
Sense of justice.
Outside the case presiding.
Garden still waits for water.
Keyboard waits for hands.
Unfinished page, words.
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