The ashes of my remains [Poetry]

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The thread is slipping from my fingers
Indented marks onto the edges
The guilt of my actions are defeating my hands
Thinking I'd feel better but it's not the same
I feel such regret and my chest is heavy
The pain of guilt has left me filthy
My hands shook this time a warning sign
I didn't want what I wanted
But it's too late to stop my actions
Reset the clock?
I thought I'd feel better but now I feel stuck
It was never worth resetting the clock
-s