I ponder the merits of invisibility
the cover of blindness
to remain forever out of sight
not ignored
but absent
to be remembered
and eventually forgotten
remaining as a fading memory
of what they though I once was.
The city lights flicker
like dying candles
representing beacons of
melancholy emotions
fading into blurred houses
and unfocused treetops
as life rests
on the edge of my toes
weighing me over the side
Dying.
remembering
the hurt of criticism
smashing against glass, shattering
likes panes exploding into shards
as we fall
into the darkness
and I pass through life
as a soulless ghost
unable to leave a mark
or experience a moment
of being seen.
