NOT YET SEEN
My existence,
Taken for granted,
Not yet understood-
Misunderstood,
I am.
And life,
So sing-song;
Mocking me.
My soul, not yet free,
My music, not yet heard
My voice, not yet comprehended.
And I,
So distant, and Torn,
and worn out.
My exsistence,
Not yet see
This poem is about:
Me