Subject unseen

You ask something of me silently,  Dancing around your subject like a veiled woman who wants to go unnoticed
But desires to be seen
Your arms lift as you try to put emphasis on a point
You have not made
I attempted to ease the asking by almost suggesting things
Still you dance frantically unnoticed and seen
I am weary from trying to understand how
You attempt to play your game
Be brave,  brazen,  or just plain rude
But for the sake of my sanity alone speak
I am losing the will to care

© AilsaCawley Poetry 2015


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