If you don’t listen to it, it’ll pull at you.
You’ll try to get free but it’ll be everywhere.
You’ll try sating it with small morsels but it will not be fooled.
You’ll resort to ignoring it then but it’s cleverer than you know. After all, it has had a good teacher.
You’ll try negotiating terms with it, try to win it over, but it will not budge.
You’ll try presenting justifications to it, in vain.
You’ll plead to it then, to let you be, try explaining your helplessness, but it will not listen, it will not soften. If anything, it’ll become more persistent.
You’ll try burying it, and bury it you will. You will succeed. You will not hear it after that. But it’ll leave a nagging feeling behind. Discomfort, unease, a black hole-a void.
Bury it you will, but at the price of your character. Of your morality. Of your good sense. Bury it you will, but at the price of the one rock you could always count on to point you in the right direction.
And even then, you will be forced at one point, to dig it out from where you buried it…
It will not leave you be.
In the end, you will surrender. You will submit.
You will attain peace.
If only you had done this all those years ago.