Unseen

Unseen am I to you.

Unseen am I to them.

Are you unseen to me?

Of this you wonder.

Nay it not be so.

I have been watching you all some time now.
Of silence am I; pride praises me so for that.

I have watched as you all bled, the sweat trickling down from your brows.

I have heard every labored breath and seen every quivering limb.

Every prayer you have whispered, all the offerings to your altars of trash.

I have seen, I have listened, I have watched.

Such troubled times you all find yourselves within.

I have some surprising answers to your questions, little flock.

I am the boon within your dilemma.