Sleeping Errors

Perhaps I must let it lie,
The sin I'd buried,
But the restless mind refuses to stay still,
Meddling with trivia, blowing them up,
Clouding my judgement, deluding itself,
And prods my inhumed lapse,
Like jabbing a still snake with a stick,
Awakening pains I thought didn't exist,
Pangs of regret engulf me before I see response,
Peace as know it, forsakes me,
Leaving behind a turmoil,
That seems never ending,
And I struggle in vain for relief -
A dormant creature within stirs,
Awakening with a fearsome roar,
Keeping me awake for nights, attacking with guilt,
As new pains surface, deepening the pain,
I die within, as I shrink to void,
And what remains of my life bears it in silence,
For it is left with no choice,
Tears flowing down in response,
While I decay to naught -
And then, after an instance of death,
I reemerge into existence,
Devoid, now, of any pain or guilt,
Virgin and unbound,
Freer than ever before.