Of unconscious subconscious
Quite vague
Goes unnoticed
Yet there is its pedestal
Never the subject of the matter
But always remembered after
chatter
In a small box it comes
Don't open it we don't want calamity
Dont temper with it we dont want to wake a tear
The middle child of efforts
He cannot locate the halfway
Northwards or southwards-
Can't you see you are already there?
YOU ARE READING
Rookie poetry
PoesíaWhen thoughts meet pen and paper And words can describe emotion... ^ Just a rookie sharing her poetry . This is a young collection of my poems , random and all . ^ #474 in Poetry 😄😄😄😄
