Crooked Conscience
I used to be able to surpress him
But I somehow lost control
It feels like I'm falling in my mind
And i just can't grab a hold
I'm reaching as I spiral down
To find a sign of hope
Suddenly I am tangled
In a fraying piece of rope
Begin to climb the rotted line
As it's crumbling in my hands
Don't think I'll make it back to myself
But I have to take the chance
I can hear his voice call out to me
He says to try would just be nonsense
His used to be the voice of reason
Now he's my crooked conscience
So crooked and out of control
I know he must be stopped
So I ignore his evil words
And keep climbing to the top
The rope's turning to dust in my hands
But I'm almost out of my head
The one thing I have to save myself
Is now a line of thread
Just inches now from my goal
My hands are burnt and blistered
There my conscience stands and smiles at me
Holding a shiny pair of scissors
poem by Joseph A. Solis
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