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About This Poem
Conscience
Sleepless nights of tossing and turning
wonder what if or what for, even why not.
Battling decisions far from reach or
just a breath away.
Casting doubt to be trampled and buried
under glass; where it is seen and still
lies within reach.
Head pounds with thoughts; not giving in,
not relenting, or leaning this way or that.
Voices cry out with confusion that builds
and packs a swollen brain to shut down.
Escape has no chance to override the
conscience act.
What impels the mind to split and pull
one way or another?
What creates the thought of right or wrong,
of good or evil to overpower the heart
to decide last and for all, what to do?
Who or what whispers softly in your ear
guiding your steps to take the right road?
MOTHER…
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
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