the unknown
March 17, 2015 § Leave a comment
it never reveals its face
yet it wraps its fingers
around your mind
pleading for you to think
only of its grip
it prods at your heart
making it flutter at its touch
of uncertainty
it never lets go
as your legs walk
in its darkened direction
and it knows
it’s own poetic structure
as it whispers
words of doubt to the confident
and the cautious
latches onto the hands of the sure
and the hurried,
the harried, the calm
and pulls them all into its arms
and when they arrive they never know,
because the air breathes the same
and the sky looks just as clear
rosepoems 
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