Conscious War

Guilt is breathing down my neck
Heavily- and with a smokers rasp.
Pain is soon to follow smoke
As I am weak, too selfish for truth.

Justified actions bring no comfort
only makes life pause while karma unravels.

There's right and wrong-- good and bad
Somewhere in the middle is where I find refuge.
Despite my attempts at waging this war
It's beating me repeatedly and I am its source.