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Conscience

My conscience eats at me makes me what to bang my head into a tree Silent once Then can't shut up Telling me good or wrong When half the time it's not right all along Wish it would stay Wish it would leave I sometimes where it on my sleeve Breathing doubt down my neck Then questions why i say "what the heck!" Should I? Or should i not? It can't even give me full thought It questions and answers in riddle But never straight out My conscience eats at me Makes me what to bang my head into a tree That's who you are The puzzle in the stars

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 8/2/2011 2:21:00 PM
I like that line as well "the puzzle in the stars" it speaks volumes to me. Thanks for sharing!! Steve
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Date: 8/2/2011 2:17:00 PM
the puzzle in the stars, a top line . i like this ,well written, good poem
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