Unseen And Unheard Poem by David Harris
Unseen And Unheard
Sometimes I walk on eggshells,
tiptoe around,
sit in silence making no sound
just waiting
for my voice to be heard.
I do all this because I fear
of waking the beast within.
If the beast should waken,
the carnivorous environment
begins again
and the peace will be shattered
like fragile glass,
so best I sit in silence
unseen and unheard.
10 November 2009
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4/24/2024 2:05:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wow, I know just what you mean here! Sometimes I am so alone all day, that people calling think I have been asleep, my voice is so quiet. And when actual human bodies show up, they seem so loud and vociferous and obtrusive, that my nerves are on a ragged edge instantly, and I realize that I have been lost inside myself all day, as you put it so well; tiptoeing around..thanks for the recognition! (smile)