Poem # 16- Guilty Conscience

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I struck winning,
Although it ended up sickening
I started lifting,
But instead, I didn't do anything
Couldn't keep the promises and their biddings—
For its entity kept meddling!

This echo inside my head,
This figure that kept appearing on my bed,
Its endless, sporadic statics in my mind—
Hitting, slapping my senses, couldn't coalesce with my kind
All these things— these sent waves down my spine.

These waves will gain stronger currents,
Until they stop their cacophony and make themselves apparent
All of these will dwindle; I knew from the depths of my mind
Then there went a gust...

Guilty conscience will fade out through time—

But maybe it's not for the good.

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