Old Soul, Heavy Conscience Poem by Rowland Howells Ibifiri Orumbie

Old Soul, Heavy Conscience.

An old soul
Overweighed
And grown slow
By The weights
Of every experience
And the heavy Conscience
It totes.
Choked
Full of countless
Corpse and coffins
Comfortably sitting
On the Conscience.
Skeletons and bones
Overflowed
Out of the closed
Doors of an overcrowded
Closet.
Seeked,
For a quick
Urgent replacement.
Unconsciously, the Conscience
Was chose
Found fenced
In silence.
Deep in the soul
A secret
Superfluous space.
To serve
As a yard
And house
Many more graves

ReeZy Howells Orumbie