It's bread and butter
That flows through the mind and soul
Etching its way in
The soul calls itself
A place to be rested at
For one whole lifespan
Lived experience
It gnaws at you like hunger
Never for too long
A spot where light shines
That's what you know all about
You're glad to be here
It's bread and butter
A simple combination
But it works wonders
No-one knows or cares
What you do while you sit there
But that matters not
Your bread and butter
Is the peace of mind you get
Just from being there
YOU ARE READING
roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I
PoetryNew poems added monthly. Subject, type, rhythm, rhyme, and length of the poems will change according to what I want to write in a given month. Current number of poems: 33 When I get to 60 poems, this will be considered a complete collection and subs...
