Challenge
"The unnoticed shape in my pocket"
write about a secret you harbor, specific or not, we all have weights on your souls, empty chasams where nails have been pried out of but still wait to be repaired
The unnoticed shape in my pocket
weighs down on my soul
sometimes i wish they'd notice and sometimes i wish they'd control
Their intuition tells them i can see it in their eyes
all the same they remain blind
so vaporize my lungs or take me to a Fractal kingdom
either way i'll remain numb and them dumb