Unseen

(Based on Son of man, a 1964 painting by the Belgian surrealist painter René Magritte.) It was not the artists intent, but I only see sadness, when looking at this painting.

Here I stand alone,

I watch your approach,

Beginning to have doubts

Wondering if it will be different,

Or just more of the same

So armed with a courageous smile,

Paired with a shaky step,

The quest begins anew

You pause and meet my eyes,

My heart quickens

Until once again,

I am defeated by a gesture

You act as if it is a gift,

That cruel casual nod,

You bestow before walking on

Not even pausing to see,

What was left in your wake

It is my fault of course,

Silly me assumed too much

There was this hope,

You would stand,

Then offer a moment,

Of companionship,

To this ‘son of man’

But I see you are busy,

And I remain unseen

So I will endure here,

Waiting to be greeted,

Day after day it seems,  

By the world's disinterest

Reviews

[RBrmdz]

I felt real emotions when reading this. Pulled at my heart strings. I could almost put myself into the poem. Love when a writer can take u on a journey.

[G.A. Grim]

Thank you, that is the highest compliment I can hope to achieve!
- George

[Patricia]

unrequited love, so painful....beautifully written, makes the reader fall in.

[G.A. Grim]

Thank you Patricia, for your kind words and reading.
- George