My Conscience Poem by Romeo Della Valle

My conscience is invisible
And cannot be traced
To any particular object or place
When it is pursued by ridicule!
If it would fairly avoid confrontation
And it went its own course,
It would find in remorse,
The courage of self-proclamation!

No one else may follow its direction
Since its path, as soon as chased,
It is definitely erased
With marked misleading comprehensions
Based on reasons which it has a collection
And it has been gained by artifice
But it cannot resist
The intrinsic art of reflection!


New York City