Burden of Conscience
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I've thirsted for knowledge for what seems like eons
In the midst of my personal storms, yet to find it, still growing and practice makes progress, no more no less.
Consider our conscience highjacked by
The author that dwells in the deep of
Our cranium, how we think creates
The burden of our actions.
We conversed back and forth
Walking to and fro
But when we go knowing
The depths of the unknown,
We will still never know the unfathomable.
Speak to yourselves when the
Loneliness abounds for it will soothe the
Storms that rage within our
Private sanctuary.
A dollar for the purchase of truth that
Remains shrouded in the mysteries
Of an totally eclipsed mind.
It's all we can afford when you hoard
It like a miser holding it ransom from
The peasants who desires more.
This cross is to heavy to carry alone,
Yet carry it alone, I do.
Copyright © Charles Dibiasi | Year Posted 2024
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