Two poems lie in a line,
Walked hand-in-hand but though;
One was written over the other,
Only their creator knew so.
They read and were being read together,
Hugging the ink of each other tight.
But sense they made not,
Like these words I now write.
One was Calmness , the other Conflict.
Don’t you fall for their names.
Calmness could turn into a rage,
While Conflict would just sit in her space.
Easily misunderstood were they,
Their names their biggest bias.
Always having to prove their point,
“Their silence became our biggest chaos.”
Fed up of their cycle,
They shifted to different lines,
Packed their bags, shoes and socks,
Even divided their wines.
So now, you’ll read this poem,
Cause in a line you let them not.
Look closely between the lines, dear reader,
A poem in a poem you might not loathe.
