Subconscious Poem by Marijke McKinney

Subconscious



How pitiful thy shall fall
in green grass of forgetfulness
Distance embarks further
importance seeks reassurance
you have become nothing
Stood for awhile
and decided to nap
On the lap of a
wretched ladies map
People can twist
The roots of your seeds
The things that once were
Shall fall to thee

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