Thunder beats
Lightening flashes.
Screams are heard
Tears are seen.
All goes dark.
All now unseen.
A tear falls
when it is not wanted.
She runs out of the room
Every one staring
wondering.
She hides,
everything about her
almost always goes unseen.
She cries as every thing goes dark.
He takes the knife
and he places it in his chest.
Things start to dim
everything is seen
until dark takes over,
and it becomes
unseen.
A smile is shown
a smile you see.
You hear laughter
and comments.
Nothing sad.
But what is sad
is that you don't see
the unseen frown.
So many things are unseen.
So many things one does not see.
Unseen things
are the worst thing imagined.
If you do not see it,
if you do not feel it,
nor here it
it is unseen.
But it is only unseen if you do not
actually look for it.
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