Green Piano Keys

Hide it from the world
but that thought,
born in the frontal abyss
and wounded by the conscience
it lives,
somewhere in the back
it breathes,
you can't hear it,
but,
it's there
tickling your subconscious ,
every choice since the forgotten thought
has been made with it in mind,
always in mind,
yet in the forefront you deny it
so it lives in the shadowy parts of your blackened soul.