It was all in a mess,
He was trying hard to reach for
answers at the scene of the crime
He stepped on the gas. He diligently traced his tracks at the
edge of the forest where it was most foul. He was trying
his best to garner evidences relating to the files on the case
edge of the forest where it was most foul. He was trying
his best to garner evidences relating to the files on the case
Not wanting to succumb to the lies propagated by the
body of people siding with the witnesses he moved on
Complex in its
make-up a pale comparison to
those in its class but
just as amazing he checked
on the hard facts
He tried to put forth
assumptions goading them on till
blue in the face but acceptance was still difficult to assail
Holding on to good principles he
hoped for the
break through to wrap up the loose ends. He searched
himself till he could not anymore
break through to wrap up the loose ends. He searched
himself till he could not anymore
He had to give way to his conscience!
Written for Brenda's Sunday Whirl with wordle #114
That is sure tough to wrestle with sometimes, easy way or stay the course, either could end in remorse
ReplyDeleteThat worked really well!
ReplyDeleteYes, conscience is the ultimate....they give human beings the power to respond in the most clear way. Loved the way you concluded the poem. Very nice, Hank.
ReplyDeletea regular whoodunit....like the mystery you let linger through this...and in the end...the conscience always does catch up to us...smiles.
ReplyDeleteA detective mystery done with the words, I like that, Hank.
ReplyDeletePamela
Love the detective element. Strong ending, too.
ReplyDelete... there are more than 3 sides to every story....
ReplyDeleteConscience sits in judgement of the intellect, distinguishing ones thoughts and actions!! Great one!!
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