It's Still There Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It is what it is,
Until it isn't.
As sure as this planet we live upon,
Exists.
Although many refuse to see it,
For what it is.

Hoping...
That 'if' they should isolate themselves,
Long enough...
Away from it,
Whatever 'is' that 'is'...
Will succumb to the pain of not being noticed,
And from all eyes ignoring it...
Will overnight fade away.

'What's the matter.
Why do you appear out of breath and in fear? '

~I saw it.
It's still there.
It laid its eyes on me.
Staring.~