story of conscience

Lounging in discomfort on the couch
My throath dries up I cough in
Discomfort
My mind not in the same room of my doom
My mind on another world
Of past occurences as my conscience
Tells a story I would never share
Not even with God
It spoke, do you remember the time you lied?
You lied so good you felt superior
It was wrong people suffered,
Again it spoke, do you remember the time you
Stole?
It benefited you didn't it,
It made you feel sleek and smart
It was wrong, again people suffered
It spoke again, remember the time you touched her?
Thought you were more of a man than that
How do you feel about yourself right now?
IT WAS WRONG!
Finally my mind regained consciousness
One tear flowing down my eye with bright blackness
Just like that of a dark sea
I was an audience of a guilty conscience
Telling its story