Timothy
He’s there.
I can feel him.
Every thought is consumed in his presence.
No one really understands,
And they don’t see.
He’s there,
Really there.
I know he’s watching me.
Why?
I didn’t even know him.
Yet, he’s there.
His presence is confusing me.
He’s telling me something,
But right now,
It’s hard to see.
I’m thinking about him all the time
Why?
I didn’t even know him.
Copyright © Serenity D'Nae Montgomery | Year Posted 2009
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment