Conscience.

A conscience as sensitive as nerves down my spine,

Can't seem to get this out of my mind,

I feel as gloomy as the morning dew,

All because of two words said undue;

I'm not even sure if that's true,

Heavy guilt stemming from something assumed.

If only sighs were to my soul as medicine is to my body,

Until then, this conscience of mine drowns in sorry.