Actions Meet Judgment

When all connections are cut off from the world
One is left with ones self and the actions one has made
To take accountability for them and to live with them
If good
One is satisfied and sleeps in peace knowing the sun will rise
And all will be well
If bad
One will toss and turn in the bed
But the actions will haunt ones self
And make one suffer for that which one has done
For them the sun will not rise only to burn as eternity will be justice
What shall one do then if one is in such self torture?
How is one to live with such regret and agony?
Is it possible to live normal with these actions in perfect memory?
As hard as one tries to forget and shun down the flashing images
Screaming NO as if by screaming it, it somehow erases the deed
One can not forget until one makes it right again
And what about those few who cannot fix that which is broken
Are their souls forever lost in a spiral of self pity and remorse?
Who are they to pronounce guilty and innocent when both feel the same?
When one takes the responsibility and fesses up
Does that mean nothing to a weeping soul?
As rain pours down flooding the streets below,
The storm of guilt crashes against ones conscience.
Agonizing one pleas for mercy
Woe to they how find no relief.