Damned Spot

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