Talking to my conscience
a pantoum
The vivid realities of this condemnatory world
Morrow, they will issue a roster of my deeds
I read that blether and console myself for the good
Will there ever be a correct way of doing things?
Morrow, they will issue a roster of my deeds
I look deeply in the mirror and my conscience speaks
Will there ever be a correct way of doing things?
Always being weighed is a part of this trajectory
I look deeply in the mirror and my conscience speaks
You are doing good so let them rejoice in their reveries
Always being weighed is a part of this trajectory
A moment here, a speck there it will go on till eternity
You are doing good so let them rejoice in their reveries
I read that blether and console myself for the good
A moment here, a speck there it will go on till eternity
The vivid realities of this condemnatory world
The poetry challenge by Tree Langdon inspires this poem. Thank you for offering a different poetic form, Pantoum. I loved taking it!!!
