You don’t see me

Those searching eyes
into which I fall
clouded by film
hardened cataracts

You look but you don’t see
in fact, will never see
because your purified mind
cannot perceive such pollution

She hoped to cause a ripple
not to slip through the gaps
unseen, transparent
untouched, apparent

Don’t overlook me, I beg
see beyond the glass
how can’t you hear
that boomed and resonated

before it’s too late
it may be too late
is it too late
as she drifts beyond the sea