Poem: MY CONSCIENCE

“Stop don’t do this,” I hear her say
With a voice calm and true
“Please forgive me,” to her I pray
“After this I promise I’m through”

She tells me the regret I’ll face
With a note crisp and clear
For the result I try to brace
With a heart strong and sheer

She keeps murmuring and felt so sad
That when am done I'll feel like brute
But I went on with my deed so bad
While her voice I tried to mute

I looked up but my joy is gone
And my heart encircled by grief
I felt bad for what I’ve done
In such time brisk and brief,

I looked stained and tried to hide
Just like Cain when Abel he killed
So I beg God to forgive my pride
With a heart broken and chilled

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