Invisible.
A strong word
Stretched over and over like skin on a rib cage.
There is no knowing what this word can hold.
As nobody has ever seen it.
Let alone know what it truly means
But you know it's there.
It's always there.
It's as clear as the air, as the air is oxygen.
Breathable.
You know, is the essence of life.
For, once in a long while, one or two of our emotions turn invisible.
And therefore, we will never be able to see nor feel them again.
And we are left like a dear in the headlights.
I hate it when that happens.
I understand it more than most.
I have experienced it once or twice before.
Once I realised that certain emotions were gone,
I jumped for joy with glee.
Because I do not care what is said,
Or thought
Or dreamed
Or wished upon me
As the invisibility, that I once had, has now, and forever more, turned invisible.
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Poetry. Dark.
PoetryThis collection of poems is dedicated to anyone who has tried to live but events have led them astray It is a mix of dark, somewhat rediculous and poems of the heart, all written to help myself get through the last couple of months Some of these poe...
