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


Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember. First inspired by the wonderful stories of Roald Dahl, the Brothers Grimm etc. I adore myths and magic of all sorts, though I read so many genres it's impossible to classify it all!! Some of my poetry is truth with a healthy (or unhealthy depending on your view!),dose of magic and fiction and others are pure fiction. I'll leave you to decide for yourself which those are! Please stop by and enjoy and glad to make your acquaintance. Feel free to leave a comment 🙂

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