Unseen Eyes Poem by Melissa Morgan

Life is hard,
and cuts are deep,
we are scarred,
from loves own keep,
words are pain,
with tears of sorrow,
and we beg life,
to bring our marrow,
we are blinded,
with worlds own cape,
securely living,
from it's dark nape,
what isn't seen,
is never sought,
for sake of serene,
and minds own thought,
we are living,
in a world so cold,
that what is seen,
won't dare be told.
-Melissa Brooks Morgan