Ring

A poem about time

I watch them run around the playground,

Am I even here right now;

The kids pay no attention to me,

One might even say I'm invisible.

Who plays this dirty trick;

Is it me or others who cause you so much grief;

Dead I can not yet be,

But I feel a strange aura.

They can feel it too,

Can't they see it's me causing them so much sadness;

See I came here to let them know who's real,

Me in all my glory.

Time the bell rings go back inside.

Author's Note

Constructive Criticism only please

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very enjoyable read. I wanted to know and read more. You create place, mystery and sad situation. Thank you Stephanie for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote