From my muse to your eyes.
The Reveal
Don’t look now-
I’m invisible!
I know you can see me
but I have made myself very small
I’m hardly here at all.
Look at me now-
I only reveal what is there!
Whatever it is
it can’t affect me
you will see.
Don’t look now-
I’m a freak!
I can only hope to hide
I can’t conform
I will never be the norm.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2015
Shared with my friends at dVerse~Poets Pub. My artwork and a poem from the past.
The Woebegone Man
The woebegone man
just sits and sighs
wringing his hands
avoiding all eyes.
Too numb to feel
escaping instead
too hard to deal
rocks in his head.
A man who says yes
although he means no
yet no one would guess
’cause he doesn’t know.
Tragically depicted
he’s pale as the dead
chronically addicted
chain smoking dread.
He will never know why
depressed with no plans
no pretty blue skies
for the woebegone man.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written for dVerse~Poets Pub.
