“Please Don’t See”
by Michael Towers
Published: May 28, 2009
The headlights blinding, the noise so clear,
Clinging to the blades, grass scratches my face,
Hiding from the shame, of being myself,
Sink into the ground, please don’t see.
The lights now blind, sounds move past,
A heartbeat races, danger so immediate,
Another car comes, Illuminating failure,
Sink into the ground, please don’t see.
Sleep not an option, fear too close,
Beneath the branches, harbouring a child,
People scream, they walk the street,
Sink into the ground, please don’t see.
Heart skips beats, tears abandon ducts,
Trickling down, clinging to the blades,
Laughter is sounded, masses rush by,
Sink into the ground, please don’t see.
Morning coming through, safety so near,
Never believing, the other side of night,
They will come, and surely judge,
Sink into the ground, please don’t see.
Walking on, as if I’m non-existent,
Never acknowledged, truly abandoned,
Trapped in my shell, to be ignored,
Sink into the ground, please don’t see.
I cry today, for a different moment,
Praying for a life, more than this,
Knowing there’s something, elsewhere to be,
Reasons I’m here, questions not asked.
This feels like forever, an endless dream,
But all dreams end, a chance again,
One day I promise, there’ll be a way,
I’ll rise off the ground, for people to see.
I felt like this as I read your poem 
I love your POEM. Your choice of words truly capture moments unknown to the world. Poetry is an art, and you have artistically expressed difficult moments, sprinkled with hope.
WOW! Thank you for sharing!
God bless you.
very nice poem! Wish that people would help you more..
If anyone is interested in seeing any more of my work, you can see it at
http://www.thetorturedwriter.com 
Wow, that is poignant...I'm a volunteer and advocate for our shelterless friends in Santa Barbara, CA....I flew a sign for an hour on a street corner to see what it felt like (I was going to use the money to buy sleeping bags and ponchos for my friends on the streets) and I cried for the last half hour because I hated how it felt to be invisible...no one would look at me except one...a young woman gave me a dollar...I just want all shelterless people to know I see you! Hang in there... Sheryl Stratman
Michael,
I hope you decide to continue to write. That was excellent.
I don't know what it's like to live on the street, but through what you have written, I have a better idea of how truly painful it must be.
May God bless you Michael! 
That must have been so upsetting.
This poem made me open my eyes
To what people can do
But I hope you are better now
Thank You 
This was written about my first night on the streets and all the fear floding through me because for the first time in my life I was truly vulnerable.
Very moving piece. Thank you 
