Once again I find you in this place of mine <br />you come and go whenever you’ve the mind. <br />I know your appearance here is to hassle me, <br />and to cause mental trauma unrelentingly. <br /> <br />You never do anything except tell me what to do, <br />haven’t you anything else to occupy you? <br />What gives you the right to spy and criticise me, <br />and judge my everyday life so relentlessly? <br /> <br />I’m sick of the way you judge the things I do, <br />and it’s not as though I’ve asked you to. <br />You’ve obviously considered that I’ve hurt someone <br />and won’t go away until right’s been done. <br /> <br />If I choose to ignore you, you won’t go away, <br />you’ll remember it until my dying day, <br />and I suppose that on that day you’ll produce a list <br />of all the wrongs, and opportunities I’ve missed. <br /> <br />You’ll no doubt remind me of all the dates and times, <br />and that the chances to put things right were mine. <br />And as I take my last breaths you’ll torment me and say, <br />“If only you had listened, you wouldn’t have gone out this way.” <br /> <br />You are always so anxious to give me a troubled mind, <br />but never bother to tell me of the consequences I’ll find. <br />Even now you will not tell me what to expect at death, <br />except that my wrongs should be righted before my last breath.<br /><br />Orlando Belo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/facing-the-consequences/
