They are becoming consumed with remorse entirely on their own; God only knows what kinds of thoughts are crossing their mind.
This couplet captures a tender, intimate moment of human conscience, where someone is silently drowning in remorse without anyone ever pointing a finger at them. Their own inner world has turned into a private courtroom, accusing them of things no one else has voiced. The poet watches this drama with gentle amusement and empathy, wondering what wild storms of thought are swirling behind those quiet, downcast eyes.
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