The voices in my head,
Never go to bed.
The memory streams,
Just screams and screams.
It laughs at my dreams.
Reminds me of all sins,
And never talks of my wins.
All of my secrets
Are known to it,
And trying to drown me,
In my own regret pit.
I try to run and hide
But it’s not possible.
Since, I am the one,
In which it resides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written.. Sometimes our conscience leads us to an overwhelming feeling of guilt that can hinder our lives in more ways than one.. And yet we should not entirely abolish our conscience, but make peace with it... Thanks for sharing :)
your welcome