Mist

I feel the mist of memory
And fear my soul is sold
I consider my long history
And the mist is turning cold

I have much that I regret
The transgressions I have made
The evil is not over yet
And mist does not seem to fade

My life is built on frequent lies
Falsehoods bearing my name
I can hear the distant cries
Of those subject to this shame

The mist is slowly closing in
A reminder of my guilt
A reminder of my secret sin
Around which my soul is built

I may manage to atone
And find some degree of peace
But mist seeps to every bone
Will I ever find release?