I am transparent
In this world of vivid colors
Left behind by the boisterous
And vivacious crowd
Cast away at sea
Left alone to drift
The words written across our faces
Were left unspoken
The silent conversations
Suspended between the blank empty spaces
Were forgotten
The play that included my character
Was drenched in gasoline
Lit up with a hundred matches
Until the fire grew into a wild blaze
The pages containing my lines
Crumbled into ashes
Along with my name
Until there was nothing left
To burn away
I live a fragile existence
I stand on the outside
Waiting to be acknowledged
Waiting to be invited in
On the long and lonely days
I get a step closer to disappearing
Loathing my distant and wretched existence
Wishing for the wind to carry me away
YOU ARE READING
Undone
PoesiaA hodgepodge of topics that mostly deal with mental health written as poems or prose.
