My Conscience takes all my mistakes
And hurls them in my face
So I relive each negative
And demeaning disgrace
With clarity, severity,
And overwhelming shame.
Day after day It does convey
Just who I have to blame.
I find no peace, my mind wont cease,
I’m constantly harassed;
My mind wallows within the throes
Of dredging up my past
So for support I find comfort
In Spirits so divine
And I believe in Their reprieve-
As warmth and bliss combine.
These Single Malts drown all my faults
I count them one by one
Watching each pass through a raised glass
My Aspersorium-
But mine contains Heavenly Flames
Which sear into my soul
I’ve come to Praise this intense blaze
Which makes me lose control.
It does submerge the morbid urge
To find a swift release
And be content with permanent
And everlasting peace.
But my meekness is a weakness-
A flaw which guarantees
A gilded hell where I can dwell
Toasting bad memories.
Yvonne Denise Springer
Copyright ©2005 Yvonne Denise Springer
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