Conscience

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.