Reflection

“on slaying conscience”

Every time it chided him…

Standing inside a parallel world

that imitated his!

Every thing except his sins and flaws.

The light inside him,

pushed at the best to eliminate

his dark.

Such was the treason

of his ‘convincing’ mind,

I see the man

I see the light

They’re different now.

And are never seen together.

His whole inside is pitch black,

Yet I see the light

When I see the man.