Keeps on pricking me
For my wrong doings
The more I try to
Forget them
More they resurface
In my mind
Snatching peace
From my life
Forcing me
To think of
Paying for my sins
In order to
Make me live
In peace
Beautiful write. My Conscience will make me think. Very true said in few lines. Keep writing Sir!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In this age, having a big and sensitive conscience is like having an ugly tumor. It prevents you from enjoying the swim in the muddy waters. Get rid of it! ! ! Good poem Doctor and I welcome you to my page too