My Conscience
My decisions
My thoughts
Built into bricks of a wall so high
No god could topple me down
My integrity
My principles
Woven into tapestries of shining gold
Hanging in the face of those who try to touch
But find they cannot
My ethics
My morality
Written into lyrics so sweet
The taste makes you shiver
From the candied impression upon your mind
All these facets form my conscience
One so virtuous and true
That to live without
Would be the cruelest of deaths
This poem is about:
Me