Conscience calls at night,
Reminding me of the past.
It's familiar company.
What is there to say?
How to make it go away?
There is no answer.
Things I should have done,
All the people I have wronged,
Appear before me.
They circle my room
In the uneasy darkness
Speaking silently.
There's nowhere to look
To relieve the agony
That lives within me.
Empty thoughtnessless
Written in the ink of truth
On my waiting shroud.
How can I atone
For neglecting those I loved,
Those who cared for me?
Yet I know they wait
With the purity of faith
For God's clemency.
And those whom I've wronged,
Seeking their own salvation,
Will forgive me, too.
Shining hopeful light,
That I might see my own sins,
And choose the better path.
Then spectral circle
Fades away to memories,
Leaving just the night.
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Author:
PerditaRose (
Offline) - Published: December 6th, 2025 06:54
- Category: Religion
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Comments3
This poem not only a beautiful message but some great internal rhyme as well. Very nice
Thank you, Soren. The rhymes weren't intentional, but you picked up on them, so that's okay.
I have to admit that I found it a little frustrating to write this poem because I kept coming up with phrases coined by other writers/ poets. Because of this I would choose alternatives, but I felt it changed my narrative somewhat. The one exception that I was aware of was biblical references which I felt were okay. One obvious example that I didn't think was okay was the albatross in "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" because that was the only context I knew for it. I have had similar issues when writing footnotes. Is it because the lines of my poems are too simple?
He remembers his covenant to a thousand generations.
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