Waiting Poem by Elizabeth Clement

I sit here,
In this cold, dark place.
Waiting for you,
To finally notice,
I exist.

I sit here,
Wondering when.
You seem to know not my existence.
In this confusing world.

I sit here,
And think,
Why.
Why can’t you see me?
Am I invisible?
Or are you just mentally blind?

I sit here,
And wait,
For you to figure out I exist.
Thinking,
This might take a while,
For your mental blindness,
To fade.
So I just sit and wait in this cold, dark place.