The Abstract Unknown

I am the dirt and soil of Africa,

The mother tongue I speak.

I am the ticking clock of childhood

Turning into years so bleak.

I am the heartbeat of my mother,

The pulsating veins of my dad.

I am the woes and worries of everyone;

The feelings, good and bad.

I am a figment of your fantasy;

An idea in your head.

I am not something that can be defined,

But an abstract unknown instead.

Author's Note

Please review and critique harshly!!

Reviews

[Renée]

no criticism... well done...you caught my eye with the first line ...

[Skye]

ADORE IT!
So cute :D

[MOON]

Beautiful one of my favourites of yours love the last few lines especially lyrical

[Lena Rossmore]

Thank you :)

[R.A. Youngblood]

This is organized so well. I like the 9th and 10th verse, in so many ways, it's beautiful, and it's stuck in my head. I like the description and very well expressed feelings.
Thanks for sharing..Keep it up buddy! :D

[Lena Rossmore]

Thank you so much! :D

[R.A. Youngblood]

You're welcome :D

[anxia]

Thats very nice.

[Lena Rossmore]

Thanks.

[Gretchen Clarke]

WOW! This...is...so... EPIC!!!!
Dis is going somewhere. Can you guess? Favorites!
Keep up da GREAT work!

[Lena Rossmore]

wow thank you so much!!!

[Luna Azul]

i like it. it has a lot of depth.

[Lena Rossmore]

Thank you!