Reflections of an Ashamed Soul

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In the dim light of a solitary room,
Stands a man consumed by shadowed gloom.
His shoulders slump beneath the weight of his shame,
A heavy burden he cannot name.

His gaze, downcast, avoids the mirror's eye,
As if afraid of the truth it might imply.
Lines of sorrow etched upon his face,
Each one a mark of his disgrace.

His hands, once strong, now tremble with regret,
Each tremor a reminder of the debt
He owes to himself, to those he's wronged,
In the darkness where his secrets longed.