Conscience
You don’t remember me
I am your conscience
In fact you don’t know me
And maybe you won’t remember
Me even if you meet me
When you need me…
Even if you “don’t”…
I’m still there.
Don’t set your heart on
Whatever grabs your fancy
It crowds in and pushes me
<To a corner>
[And] I am hidden
Yet am not the one hiding
I’m always there
Even when you believe you don’t
<Need me>
I am there to call upon
I don’t die…
I refuse to…
I am immortal…
I am a Spirit…
I reside in your heart
And resonate in your mind…
The End
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Conscience, which
was posted on Jun 5, 2011 by
Naoshi_Armitage.
This is a solo poem.
About this poem
"A poem I wrote as a senior in high school '04"
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