That Morning

That morning,

I heard a knock on my door,

I woke up and opened,

It was sitting on my doorstep,

For a second,

I looked at it,

And it looked back at me,

I flinched and took a step back,

It remained there,

I closed and took a sigh,

It was my conscience on my door again.

Reviews

[Zainab UF]

Oh wow! I don't know how I missed this. My loss, anyway.

They say "short is sweet", but I think short is impressive. It takes skill to convey so much in so little. Once I discovered who was at the door and re-read the poem, the brief lines reminded me of pinpricks of conscience I've had to endure in my life. Great job!

Hmm... now do I have to confess to my sister that I broke her favourite earrings?

[The Jay]

It would be less thing that you have to tell someone.

[SilentlyDying]

Oh, I like that! It's short but it for sure gets your point across, darling. I can't describe it, but this is just amazing.

[Patricia B. Hepler]

Loved this. Don't cha just hate it when ya conscience shows up unannounced?!

[Serenity Faith]

This made me smile more than anything ^_^ So many people close the door on their conscience...though it's often there for a good reason, maybe let him in once and see what happens next xD

[J]

whoa! well done surprise ending ... eliciting a grin. :) it's when you open the door and there is nothing there that you need to worry!

knock knock!

[Brittany]

Yeah. How bout that. I keep trying to shut the door on my conscience too but it keeps knocking. I liked this because I can relate and it put my feelings into words. Thanks for posting.