Ever wonder how lonely your conscience is,
In a mind swirling with temptation?
Even in my mind
Secrets roam clandestine streets
Glowing in the dark
Honest schemes at dishonest times
When conscience threads corrupted thoughts
Taking a wizened old form
Brief, lest darkness sips in
Besmirching its virgin virtue.
For conscience is benign
But the mind is gullible
Attuned to all pleasure
And the satisfaction of vengeance,
Gravitating to that dark abyss
And the ease of taking no heed
So listen closely
For conscience has much to do
One word for each time
Fighting the eternal fight
Clogging that dark abyss
I find myself wondering,
Does the conscience become intuition when we ignore it for too long?
For intuition is not always right while our conscience is.
I hope you enjoy this,
For the photo prompt provided by Sadje
Stay safe, stay loving, and listen to that inner voice.