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Kneel to your conscience

Poetry By: Mark Lee

Everything we do good or bad sooner or later finds it's way back to us in some form or another, for we haft to love with ourselves.

Submitted:Jul 11, 2008    Reads: 101    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Tonight, your conscience comes calling
Last November comes knocking


It's just turned two
All alone in your bed, except your conscience and you

Time to deal with the shame
You have no one to blame

Because at night
The mind takes flight

No place to hide
Nowhere to seek refuge


Time to dwell on the selfish needs
That causes you to do those dirty deeds

To all that have been taunted
It's time to be haunted

Nobody thinks you'll ever pay
For all the nasty things you say

Never caring, about the lives in need of repair
After the damage you've done

But what's hidden from others
Now comes to light
The silence around you is gripping
As the darkness is piercing


At night
The mind takes flight

No time to heal
To your conscience it's time to kneel

So now you'll remember
What you did last November

No escape from yourself
As you pray for daylight…………………..


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