Truth Serum

We are all born,

With truth serum in our bodies,

Our conscience we call it,

In some it’s less,

In others it’s more.

Sometimes it awakens early,

At times, really late,

When we get a taste,

Of our own medicine by fate.

It gnaws at our insides,

Making us toss and turn each night,

Until we decide to act,

And suffer the consequences,

Of our irresponsible actions.

Once, we let it act,

We beckon peace,

And indeed that night,

We serenely fall asleep.


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Written by Sheetal Ashpalia

Sheetal is an aspiring writer who potters in poetry and discovering more each day! She was coerced into trying her hand out at poetry by friends from the writing community and is thoroughly enjoying this journey...