Can you see me? As I lie vulnerable on the rigid floor with you? Can you feel the fear that radiates from my trembling body? The piercing cries echoing in my mind are deafening, but my voice has lost it’s purpose. I am more than just my figure, but can you even see the soul embodied by the case you selfishly thrust against yours? Can you see me? My innocence embezzled by your hostilities, and my childhood now tainted by the memory of your existence. Your moment has now ended, but my damage will be everlasting. As I crawl to solitude in search of redemption I wonder….. Can anyone see me?
It goes without saying; soon the cow barn will be full & men quite drunk, Women busy preparing to feed stomachs and give one of their own away, To who, doesn’t it matter? Old, too old or extremely old, a
Being invisible is like being a ghost Being a ghost is like not existing. The only one who can see you is your shadow Your companion who never leaves you But ignores you throughout the day. Somedays you have to
What does it mean to be invisible? Is it when others have no problem talking over you during school, have no problem looking right through you into something they personally find worth paying attention to? Is it when you feel
I care less, walking on plateau. Now, mind rejects the peaks. A small patch of green, I knead on ice of firm orbs. This sterile landscape starts a fire. My hands knit a taciturn probe to enter the inconceivable. The
I’ve always needed the city more than it needed me Wandering its prominent streets Being nothing more than an anonymous ant, Crawling past the lines of mechanized zombies With equally anonymous ants driving them More than once have I bathed