Invisible

It is true what lies beneath the surface
but the surface is not transparent
and the wish of the unattainable
is invisible to the one who cares.

Beneath the mask of perfection
is the demureness of a smile;
behind intuitive eyes of a woman
is a sixth sense of the blind.

When one is walking in shadows
it is easier to fulfill their needs;
walking quietly unnoticed
in the privacy of their heart.
Being on the outside looking in
into neglectfulness of love.

©SyberRose

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[B-poet]

The last stanza is my favorite. A very well written and profound poem. Great work. :) A fine write and read. :)

[SyberRose]

Thank you so much BP...i'm glad you enjoyed...Rose:)

[Onku Ghosh]

A sensitive poem....very well written. LOve the lines "Beneath the mask of perection......is a sixth sense of the blind,'' A short poem written to perfection.

[SyberRose]

Thank you Onku...and thank you for peeking in...Rose:)

[redflutterby]

Wow... This touched me deeply. Especially the last six lines. Almost like you reached into my heart and plucked out my feelings. Sad write Rose....but done with your wonderful flare.

[SyberRose]

Thank you Red...Its nice to hear from you tonight...and hope you have a nice day tomorrow...:)

[redflutterby]

Your welcome. Hope you and your family enjoy the day as well. ;-)