Conscience
a little bird
lands on the
shoulder of
my soul
chirping
endlessly
to annoy
forcing open
long closed doors
boiling bloody vapors
to my core
peeling down
walls long based,
throwing rocks
on my blockades
’til at last, i’m about to break
almost close to human state
then its stopped
its little chirps
i’m back to savage state
brutal thirst cannot be slaked
that’s because i am awake.
