Unseen
It is drunken stillness, lingering on death
Tasting bitter coffee on late-afternnon breath
Uneasy to share, to talk about the pain
Unsure and afraid, eager to lay blame
Alone in a crowd, seperate from truth
Not seeing a rope, but a possible noose
Avoiding mirros to escape from the sight
Of eyes and skin, devoid of light
It goes unheard, unspoken, unseen
Pretending our lives are neat, nice, and clean
Only visible at dawn, when sleepy eyes close
Release and rest, brought on by an overdose.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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