Unaware
Eyes closed,
We stand with outstretched arms.
Feeling so alone.
We walk around,
Veiled.
Unaware of the suffering.
Afraid to let it in.
Afraid to feel the pain.
Sometimes,
I wish I had never peeked.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2010
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