Damned Spot
I have a memory of a deed I’ve done
A web of regret, by my own hand spun
Consequences have left a very dark stain
Causing me to relive it, at times yet again
I try so hard to wash it away
But me thinks that the stain is here to stay
What torment of heart, soul, and mind
No cure for my guilt am I able to find
Out! Out damned spot, was her request
And I feel the pain of the Lady McBeth
Oh to go back, I would take it away
But I shudder to think if I’d repeat it today