An Empty Threat

Point glides on paper

As a threat

A threat made out of fear

Fear that eyes shall see this paper

Seeing things not meant to be seen

So long it has been

Since this point made no point

And declared its empty threat

Nothing is completely hidden

Even a blind eye can see,

A point onto paper that is never seen

Can be felt through many means

An empty threat

Since the hidden

Has already been exposed