Unseen
A narrative poem
Can you see me?
Did you see what I wore
To the store
Saturday morn?
Just a jumper and a tee.
But why were you watching me?
.
I hear your whispers,
Though you're feeling discreet.
When the light of dawn
Fills my lawn,
I hear your birdies call.
Do not speak of me.
.
To envy the unenviable
In hopes to be un-seeable...
If you could see
Inside my mind,
And how it wrecks me
Every time,
To be this piece of
Public domain,
That sorrowfully refuses to die...
.
Such catharsis,
I'd never believe,
Could leave me
Completely,
Finally,
Freely,
Unseen.
But what I wouldn't give
For a peaceful night,
Without this miserable plight.
.
When the light of dawn,
Touches my lawn,
And I hear your birdies call,
It's a daily reminder
That this dandelion seed,
Will never truly be home.
.
So avert your eyes
When you see me in the store,
This coming Saturday morn.
No matter what I wear,
Please leave me unseen.
Peacefully,
Rightfully,
Freely,
Unseen.
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