The Cloak

By: Chicago

There is a magic thing,

That exists within this world.

It is a very common thing

Of very little worth.

So many people have it,

Yet you will never know.

They guard the secret very well

And it will never show.

Many do not want this,

But many others do.

It hides them from the cruel world

And others have no clue.

You’ll walk right by those with it

And never even know.

In fact you do so everyday

Surprise they’ll never show.

These people are the outcasts

Their item is a cloak.

The cloak makes them invisible,

And hides them from the world.

Some yearn to take the cloak off,

Be accepted by the crowd.

Others shall always hide behind it

The cloak it makes them proud.

A.N. This is a poem that came off the top of my head a few days ago… Not bad, but not my favorite either… I mainly wrote it to work on my rhythms… R&R would be most appriciated!!!