Treasure Island

Aric Beers


Unseen


He yell and scream but he's not heard
He cries out but they don't hear a word
He's out of their sight but not out of mind
Though any trace of him they'll never find
They look long and hard to find their friend
But they give up, presume he died in the end
Little do they know he's right there
Sitting next to them in the empty chair
He tries to make his presence known
But he can't be heard and can't be shown
There's only one that knows what's going on
Only one who knows why he's gone
He's simply unseen, removed from their sight
Unheard though he yells with all his might
Invisibility causes him soon to cry
Being so alone, he might as well die

Submitted: Monday, October 07, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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Based on a dream

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