Spotlight
A prize he sees
A peculiar sight they see
A blind duet
Attention I feel .. Why are we on display
Attention I want but not from them
Faces all around watching the show
Judging, Contemplating, acknowledging this peculiar weird quite odd show
The ringleader is only a host a commentary to the display before them
Put in the spotlight
Am I ever to overcome this brightness blinding me
Halo of light surrounding me or finally
Be shrouded in darkness like a veil to be covered and freed from the eyes
The eyes that look upon my flesh
This poem is about:
Me