My first Shot at some short Poetry, Conscience My eyes are opened to this desolate place. Feelings closed behind a translucent face. Tender tug of war on the eve of battle, between myself and my self-righteous shadow. Vunerable mindset I can't escape. Possibly me who shall seal my fate. Not Today Enterwoven fate we had a meeting, I was late. I am not here, I have left. Not Today, Mr. Death. Twisted smile, horrific hand fearing where it may land. mercy, time will not give but I'm not ready, I want to live. So I hide, far away Please, I beg, one more day.
