Unseen (rewrite)

by Anne Moore   Mar 9, 2020

Among thousands of ordinary people
You’re the only thing she notices
You’re the one she chooses

She- she is one of thousands of minds
Like a rainbow
Hidden in the dark skies

Heavy thoughts accumulated
Swirling in her brain
A small part of you hidden within her soul

You seem to not know which to prefer,
The beauty of intellect
Or the beauty of lust,
The girl sings
Or maybe you just hear her cries

Leaves fill the cold ground
With little traps
The girl walked slow
Pacing to and fro
The mood
Showed upon the ground
An anxious cause

Oh, boys of today,
Why do you only imagine shopworn ladies?
Do you not see the genuine hearts
That beat in the chests
Of the women about you?

You know no bounds
And women are just toys;
But she knows, too,
That she has been played
That she knows

Once, love took her,
And revealed you
You did not love her
And for mere pennies
She sold her life
To the angel of death

At the sight of her
Hanging in the morning light
Even the goddess of blessed death
Cried out sharply


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  • 2 years ago

    by Tony Grannell

    Hello Anne,
    Oh! The last stanza kicked me in the stomach. The death of a 'genuine heart' in the morning light. Such a sorrowful ending befitting this most sensitive yet brutally honest poem. Excellent!
    Regards, Tony.

  • 2 years ago

    by Brenda

    Wow! Powerful write Anne, nominated!