Where They Don't See

Looking into his eyes, I go where they don't see I go where it hurts and it's true

I see all of the people

Looking down into me

They try to help

But where have they gone?

Cold and looking into his eyes

I can't stay long

Calling me to where I may die

Where they don't see

Cold here, and it hurts

Reviews

[Phillitup]

This is very good, a tad hard to follow but it clarifies itself. I compliment you on knowing that a wonderful poem doesn't have to be infinite and long. Keep writing.