The Voice of Conscience

She calls me far away
Bidding me come back
To what remains
In these desert sands

Do I forgive my sins
And wash them away
Or do I take the road
Far less strayed?

She tells me it’s a forgotten memory
It’s story lies in the truth
My heart’s salvation
My soul’s unread book

I pass by the death pass
Rock on through the valley
Climb these dark mountains
Into my heart’s back alley

A fortified ruin it stands
Atop my stories of disgrace
But its strength lies in pieces
Of its unabashed face

She breathes a troubled sigh
sad at the drifting apart
She wonders when I would walk back
into the ruined chambers of my heart….