A poem of a haunted past:
Some works can never be retrieved.
Some guilt can never be relieved.
It isn't easy to forget,
the decisions we regret.
They will torment us the most,
and they will haunt us like a ghost.
Still, there's sunshine after rain.
And there's relief after pain.
So keep hoping and keep praying.
Perhaps someday you'll be saying,
"It was a tragedy for certain,
but I've now shed its dark curtain."