Subconscious

by Gabba Gabba Hey   Jun 5, 2010


When we were young we used to follow the old
road. It was swollen, pregnant like our minds.
Did you want to try that other path?
If so, you never spoke up. And I never slowed down.

The trees aren't as green as they used to be.
They're matured, more concerned with reaching the
Sky, than with observing the ground.
Producing a canopy, not hiding beneath one.

The little old lady, at the end of this road;
She died a couple years past.
That famous glint in her eyes withered with the
Last seeds of Spring. She wasn't much after that.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Kiko

    I really liked this.
    You have a unique writing style.
    Each stanza can stand on its own as a complete poem, yet I feel (subconsciously) that there is a common thread. :)

    Very well done!