Unseen

Do you actually believe they will ever see a word?
A drop in the ocean like a whisper unheard.
I don’t care if it’s on the very paper you bleed,
Because I promise you this; they will NEVER read.

So go on ahead, and beg for their eyes,
Run into the field, and fill its void with your cries.
And much like the spring does race for the green,
As quick as it comes, it will forever be unseen.