ConscienceA Poem by Phantom HeartJust for fun. My conscience corrodes like a corpse
Filled with conceit, I’m a contradiction
I’m cornered in my conviction
I’ve collided with my condition
I can’t continue a conversation
I’ve lost all confidence and consideration
I’m confident I’m not convincing
I can’t compliment my cool,
So I’m counting on you.
© 2009 Phantom HeartAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 26, 2009 AuthorPhantom HeartCoal City, ILAboutI really would like to become a better writer in order to express myself clearly. I am looking for lots of constructive criticism. I havent had anyone teach me how to write, so I have jus.. more..Writing
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