Conscience

the poem is about a person talking to his conscience, blaming it and then realising it always guided him.

Conscience

you speak too much

when i sit quiet.

your voice is feeble

when my deed aren't right.

sometimes i feel you

very strongly in me.

other times, i am alone,

i think there is only me.

they say you are wise

you dont deal in lies.

still am dishonest, I

wouldn't speak a lie otherwise.

you are a friend who

promises to be by me.

but a selfish friend, who

most often chooses to flee.

Have you always been so weak?

or is it something else?

am I indifferent to you,

or your voice,which in my heart,dwells?

you did nudge me, didn't you?

when i was going wrong.

I shouldn't have called yo selfish

when you still chose to come along.

i dont understand you

you are so obscure.

but it is you that defines me

it is you who gives the cure.

while you are alive in me

light shall break through the dawn red.

but if in an abyss my deeds lead me,

i will then know you are dead.