Guilty Conscience? for friend TateA Poem by Poeticpierstetrameter sonnetGuilty conscience. I know not what I’m haunted by I feel its presence constantly. Like some compulsive melody. which is repeated endlessly Though I pretend I do not care I am aware it’s always there. I do not know if it is real. I only know it makes me feel. As if someone is watching me Intruding on my privacy. Perhaps it’s my subconscious mind. Which is determined to remind me of sins I try to forget The things I’ve done I now regret. Sunday, 24 July 2011 http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers © 2011 PoeticpiersReviews
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Added on July 24, 2011Last Updated on July 24, 2011 AuthorPoeticpiersNear Durham city UK, United KingdomAbout72years, young married. Ex police officer Ex social worker. interests Reading and writing poetry Painting and drawing in coloured pencil avid reader,sci fi fantasy crime. comparitive religion and esp... more..Writing
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