Something natural
Something true
yet invisible
That’s not you
You were made wonderful but from the dust
You grow weak and your body whither
Yet one thing never dies, it’s only part of you
It yearns for goodness
It yearns for truth
It yearns for peace
It yearns all this from you
When you ignore and go on with your evils
It runs and hides but never depart
It awaits your return till your very last
When you turn good
It comes back to you
Now that’s your conscience
The treasure you possess
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Author:
RICHIE KHARIS (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It reflects me. There's this thing that keeps blaming me anytime I do something wrong. I barely keep going or just overlook. I only find peace when I correct my steps or do the right thing.
- Category: Reflection
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