My Book of Poems

Evaporating

I am as thin as air.
The wind whistles past me.
Unaware of where I am.
I'm becoming hard to see.

I walk into the footsteps of others.
Hiding in their shadow.
When I come into the light,
I'm pushed back into my darkened foe.

I'm invisible to every eye.
I'm undetectable to every ear.
Hardly noticed by anyone.
It's like I'm not even here.

My voice is hardly heard.
Gone silent from tormentors.
I'm whisked away by the wind.
Gone from sight.
Ignored.

I'm withdrawn from vision.
Stuck in duration.
Fading.
Evaporating.