Invisible 11/20/2024
To be loved is to be seen.
So why was I invisible
Truth is in the hands raised
Truth was in the enclave
Truth was in the hand that stuck out from my own grave
Below the dirt a festering wound
Bubbling with words never said
Afraid it will spill over too soon
And the puss will be too much
For the onlookers averted views
I reached out for a band aid
They ran,
left me bruised
Can I be wounded as a ghost
To be seen through
I cannot boast
If that's what drove away the living
I question but questionings unforgiving
Is to be seen the truth of living
Is a living ghost haunting
As it scratches against walls
Intercepts calls
Bangs on doors
Taps on floors
Just a nuisance is all
I question but questionings unforgiving
If haunting this world deters the living
Was my presence too effervescence that the light has blinded you to me
Am I a person you can't feel
Or one you choose not to see
If to be seen is to be loved
Then why doesn't anyone notice me
Is it selfish that I cried sitting in that circle of blank faces their cards revealed
But I never knew why.
No I did it was written in their dull squinting eyes
But I can't read them
So am I in the dark?
When they've been enlightened to some unknowing arch
A secret meeting
that connects them by wit and widens thier eyes to enlightening sighs
And I'm left to cry at the walls of my demise in the shadows I see silhouettes of what it means
But I am a ghost
And I am not seen
So what does it mean
If to be loved is to be seen
And I'm invisible?
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PoetryJunior year of College! How did we get here? How will it go? Life's so confusing right now!
