Guilty Conscience

"surviving the past is harder than living for the future"

Guilty Conscience

 

Under the miserable drizzling rain I walk

All my shadow does is nothing but stalk

As I was drown inside deep thoughts

Injuries reflected by my old-self  starts to mock

 

Can anyone hear my silent cries?

Or do they become prey to my oblivious lies?

Will I still be alone on the day I die?

Am I worthy enough to crave for sympathetic sign?

 

Survivor instinct of mine brings an unending pain

Without Honesty, what more can I gain?

I’m lost for my heart is stained

Trapped inside karma of my deeds, I am no more sane

 

With wrapped insecurity comes my paranoid doom

Up inside my mind darkness looms

But through sharing my riches, I can illuminate light like a lonely moon

Then in my own eccentric nature, the love still blooms

 

Nyi

( 9.5.2011 )

Author's Note

We had done a bad things for once in our life time..How do we survive for that pain? This is just my insight into the Guilty Conscience..Please leave comment. I put 'oblivious' before 'lies' because as guilty persons are very prone to lying even though they might not know it..so i believe..

Reviews

[Revolutionary]

I still feel twinges of regret for things I did 30 yrs ago.I still can't undo them.I figure doing good now is the only way to fix doin bad then.The poem is real and true.Very strong.You could change some wording to make it flow better,but the poem is good.
Under miserable drizzling rain I walk,
All my shadow does is stalk.
As I drown beneath deep thought, just remove some filler words so it is rythmatic

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Took me with you on a journey of questions and emotion. A guilty Conscience can make us feel cold and useless. Even the hardest in heart can fall to damaging a heart and bad deeds. Your words beautiful and strong open the doors to many questions. I like how you ended the poem.
"But through sharing my riches, I can illuminate light like a lonely moon
Then in my own eccentric nature, the love still blooms"
A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote