what i cant see but know is there

lemons poetry





i can not see you but know you are there

you give quite a scare 

i thought you were merely the squirrels in the attic

or maybe the static sounds my mind makes when every thing goes silent 

but now i can not ignore you 

your always there when no ones near by

the thought of it consumes me

you are existent never so much as distant

your always there you thin the air with your presence 

the more i compare you the more your different 

your so persistent you always were in the back of my mind

blind to you i was in disregard 

stared and dazed you make me crazed 

though ive gazed at you

you have not raised but a finger

you just linger around the empty house

i dont know why your here with me 

i was merely born with you 

im torn with you because i can not decipher you i disire you less and less as the day may progress 

you only bring me back to bed 

you strike me in such a way 

you will never be a like of mine 

im blinded to you 

you wont let me thru the door or out of bed 

you have taken over my head and lead me down 

im glad your gone now that she stepped in 

now you are no more 

 

                                                                                                                         poetry by levi cloninger 

                                                                                                                         comment below what you think the meaning of it is if you guess right 

                                                                                                                          ill comment below and tell you if you are :) 

                                                                                                                           also take a look at my youtube channel dollar store dream link to video bellow 

  • Author: lemons poetry (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 25th, 2018 02:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: what it means to me is the mystery you must figure out isnt that what makes you look more into what i was thinking while typing take a journy into the mind of a tormented artist
  • Category: Reflection
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