Mind is stuffed, vision is blurred
Don't have ambition, scared of love
The burden of conscience
a weight on the soul
a reminder of our actions
either right or wrong
But there's a light
That shines so bright
a twinkle of hope
In the darkness of night
It's that voice, that whisper so slow
To take a chance, to learn and grow
Sometimes it's hard, to hear it's call
But the whisper of conscience is worth it all.
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Heartbeat
PoetryIt's about Life, that keeps moving up & down just alike heart beat.💓