And if it is but pride
distressed no price of
pain will pay for such
absurd rigidity; an
obstinacy of thought
precludes less stressful
ways to make amends
as yet the mirror turns.
Agreed, it isn’t hard to
see who’s wrong and
fathom why accepting
that forever and a day
is bound to conscience
duly burned.
© 24 October 2009, I. D. Carswell
Ivan Donn Carswell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conscience-21/
