This is a Sestina, a specific type of poem reusing the last words of every line in a specific order, 6 lines and 6 stanzas ending with a 3 line envoi, I also tried to do this one in iambic pentameter.

Abcdefg

Faebdc

Cfdabe

Ecbfad

Deacfb

Bdfeca

Eca ace

Crime

Gamble

Hate

Escape

Guilt

Face

I did not mean to commit any crime

But I knew it would be a fast gamble

I could not think of anyone I hate

More so than who fumbled my quick escape

And I knew he could see my fiery guilt

For it was written all over my face

It quickly changed to surprise on my face

I thought I could get away with this crime

Maybe I could not take all of the guilt

Maybe it was deeper than the gamble

That could be the reason I didn’t escape

Maybe it’s because of my built-up hate

Maybe there is a reason for this hate

That hate that tends to burn throughout my face

I know it was possible to escape

But I knew I had to serve for my crime

I knew I had to give up the gamble

I just knew I could not handle that guilt

It burned in the pit of my stomach, guilt

That feeling seemed to hold all of my hate

Drowning that feeling was a true gamble

But I had not readied my poker face

Because this really was the type of crime

That I suppose had no actual escape

But I just needed a simple escape

Hold on, let me process all of this guilt

I did not mean to cause pain with this crime

I did not mean to cause all of this hate

Can you tell by my sad, guilty, pale face?

I am sorry for this damaged gamble

Just this absolute mess of a gamble

Just this terrible mess of an escape

I know you can read this look on my face

I know you can read this look of pure guilt

Please don’t let me be everything you hate

Just because of one accidental crime

And I’m sorry for committing this crime

I’m sorry for all of this awful hate

I promise I absolutely feel guilt