Home » Poems » Christuraj Alex » Prick of Conscience

Prick of Conscience

Prick Of Conscience My conscience pricked me entire day and night, Was my refusal of alms to her, right? Old! Bent! Did she not seem also lacked sight? Pulling on this frail life was her sole fight. Why could I not comprehend her true plight? Was it owing to my deformed insight, To discern con artists from the upright? Why did I not feel, I'd feel great delight, The yoke of such lowly, when I make light...? 01 November 2022 MonoMixoRhyme Cash Prize Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Hilo Poet

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Harry Horsman

Date: 11/1/2022 10:40:00 PM

You have turned your conscience in to wonderful poetry. Brilliant.

Christuraj Alex
Date: 11/1/2022 11:35:00 PM

Thank you very much.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 11/1/2022 12:54:00 PM

Nicely done in monorhyme, Chris. a great topic.

Christuraj Alex
Date: 11/1/2022 8:32:00 PM

Thank you very much.

Janice Canerdy

Date: 11/1/2022 7:16:00 AM

Christuraj, this is a very expressive, descriptive, realisic poem. We know that some people are con artists, only seeming to be in need. BUT when we don't help, we wonder . . . and feel guilty. I suppose it's best to help--with a pure heart--and hope we didn't just give fifty bucks to a con artist! :-) Janice

Christuraj Alex
Date: 11/1/2022 8:27:00 AM

Thank you very much for your objective comment and encouragement. May God Bless You!