Poem: Internal judge

Long gone past,
is still in my grasp.
It’s not the last, time.
I review it, Renew it.
I blew it.
I scratch my wound,
pitifully doomed.
Memory loomed and assumed,
that I won’t be forgiven.
Don’t I want to be forgiven?
And thus, I shiver,
poisoning my liver
drowning in a river,
to satisfy internal judge,
its eternal grudge.
It won’t budge.
Even after thousandth time.
Punishing self for forgotten crime.
Haven’t quenched its thirst for pain.