“The Feelings of the Unseen”
Silent, still, jaded as I remain upon a tilted surface.
Only gravity weighing and preventing me from exercising my dreams.
Saddened as fatigue pads my tears.
Alone.
Hardened and arctic as the winter chill blows in my face, ignoring my presence.
Witnessing grand life slicing the clouds that rest comfortably in the warm sky.
Spring grass tickling my exoskeleton, teasing my incapability to avenge my aggravation.
Summer’s humid breath breathing upon and drying the invisible tears that ooze from the
imperceptible sockets of my eyes.
Unseen.
Unheard of, and no compassion shown for me by whatever lives.
The whirlwinds of a storm whipping my backside that even I have not yet seen.
Lightning ignoring my fright as it hollers in the night that is my life’s curtain.
The brisk air chilling my core.
Valueless.
Worthless and a disadvantage to this worlds fashion.
The surreptitious threats of the thunder occur to me to be the pressure of Earth being
released.
The pinholes in the curtain of night shine like diamonds, but are only adored by me, for
they are the only true light within my heart.
Loneliness clouds my mind, however, for during each day the thought of value
continuously forces my mind to throb.
Unaware.
I am unaware of the everyday wonders of this world, for it is only I who cannot select
opportunities that please me.
I may never know the gems of this world.
I may never know what lies on the other side of this motionless hill.
I may never see enough or be seen.
I may never awe upon what deserves such recognition.
I am a colorless gem, a rock that is deaf, dumb, and blind, but uses feel to hear, speak, and see what I have in my power to, but everything, even the sky that is my roof, knows me to be only what I am.
A rock.
-FMG
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