The Unseen Poem by J Celine

Hundreds of thousands visit online
Those who chose to join not.

Still hundreds more who took the time
To fill out the data, post info and sign
Their pledge to conform to the rules.

Somehow surviving, the twenty plus Reverse.
Their choice is choose not to reveal who they are.
They lurk and rework in a manner perverse
Writing God only knows what from afar.

What attraction holds them to be
either poet or reader,
less a need to communicate
or express, not exist?
Left to dwell in anonymity?
A choice, a good reason? Mystery.