Conscience, a poem written by Huntersjames at



written by: huntersjames



Pull back the cover
Cloaked in shame, hidden curled
Clutched in fetal posture
Handmade quilt of sad, her netherworld.

Vacancy sign lit always bright
For another, then some more, always room
The heart is accursed to share its light
Heavy burdens’ thanks for peace? They bring their doom.

Add another, always still more there are
You hear them pulsing, writhing still
Rhythmic, rolling thunder, louder
No escaping, fate’s mouldering swill.

Impulse collides with self-control
Each reel off on a brand new track
Forgetting our original sin, still on parole,
Guilt is that companion stabs you in the back.

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