Unseen

A poem about trying, but never really actually doing what is attempted.

In the stillness of night,
a hand reaches out,
taking hold of
nothing.

In the dark forest,
a foot steps forth,
ending up only
where it began.

In the lonely shadows,
a pair of eyes peers out,
only to
disappear.

In the starlit sky,
there is a spark of hope,
soon covered by
a cloud.

In the busy mind,
decisions are made,
but never
fulfilled.

In the depth of the heart,
something longs to be free,
but cannot
escape.

When the sun rises,
all of these things lay
hidden somewhere
unseen.