Context

Have u ever lost urself in another person,
And as reality beckoned u
To return to ur wholesome
Self
One of insight
And knowing better
U continued to wither away into an obsession of self gratification
Brought on by a nafs that relishes in clinging to worldliness

And now I lie here
My pillow absorbing my shame,
Struggling to recognise the remnants
Of my actions,
Failing to understand my memories
Accepting my flawed character,
The neediness

Snakes rub against a hard material to shed their old skin
We humans shed dead skin cells when we slumber,
I on the other hand
Refuse to rise to this occasion
Incapable of shedding my bad actions
Instead I have collected these entrails
Packed them in a jam jar
Only to pull them out
To torment myself regularly

Context my dear,
If I remove the context
How can I understand the event?
My solution - prostration and retreat to the His House