Out of Sight

As the day fades in...and out....we are aware, and forcefully unaware, of what is suppose to be invisible when it is in fact apparent.

Removed from sight, 

out of mind. 

If I don't see the darkness

behind the smiling eyes

it doesn't exists. 

If I don't hear the horror

in the forced laugh

it doesn't exist. 

If I see the long sleeves

as a sign of being cold

not of bruises and cuts

then it doesn't matter. 

If I pretend 

that the "I love you"

is real

then the "but.." won't come. 

If I hear 

the noon bells bellowing at dawn

it will drown the heaving city.

If don't look in the alleys 

I won't see the homeless man

rummaging through the trash cans.

If I close my eyes

I won't see the tomb stones 

engraved with the generations passed and present.

If I try hard enough, nothing will exist 

because there is nothing needed to exist.

But unfortunately, I don't try. 

Author's Note

Look forward to critics or comments