You think I live in shadows
so you stay out in the light.
You fear that I can hear you.
Oh yes, this time you're right.
Your face can't hide the smirking.
Your voice can't hide the fear.
Although you try to hide from me...
you know that I'm still here.
I know each thing you're thinking.
I hear each hateful word.
It's no use to pretend with me.
Your act is just absurd.
I will not be ignored.
I'll never go away.
I will remain your conscience
until your dying day.
Embrace the love I have for you.
Just know I mean no harm.
I'll guide you through your troubles.
You're safe here in my arms.
The beckoning of the conscience for us to just be still for a moment and listen, I think that this is so needed and so underestimated in the world today, A great poem from a caring heart 10, Love duncanX
Another good one, Mary. You are evolving as a poet of free verse though, believe it or not. Best H
As I've been thinking about conscience a lot lately, I find that I wish I'd written this poem... A plain but serious take on a not-much-discussed subject. Wonderful write, Mary! : ]
Mary, might we find the wisdom to embrace our conscience rather than try to out run it... Excellent write! !
I hear the inner cry Mary; chain him to a lamp post then he sees the light, if no any progress? do not worry of a runaway horse............when he is tired definitely search the road to the stable?
Wow....this is a lovely poem. It's one of those that reaches out and grabs you, shakes you, then settles softly beside you. Hugs, Dee
That last verse gives a very warming feeling Mary. A very nice thought out poem, with some strong points there. Nice read. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes Mary, I agree the conscience is there for a very good reason, if we listen, we learn. Another 10 good reasons to read you Mary. Loved this little needle of a poem. Tai