Unchosen. #poem

I watch.
Through dark shades into light,
like the darkest night,
still is showing shapes.

Long forgotten memories,
of whom I used to know.
At night they start to show,
and still can't see I'm there.

The third at playing chess, last choosen in class,
I never fith in, I'm never at home.
But if they would say, take my hand come with me
Than I'd just back away, cause I rather just peek
in the dark
here alone.

goodnight my steemit friends!

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