Invisible

This is a crown cinquain (see my On Poetry document for information on this here). It is about how invisible I feel to most of my friends some of the time. Writing this purges it from my system so certainly don’t worry about me

Music is “Invisible” by Alison Moyet

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I Feel

No one can see me anywhere

I am just invisible

I am a Ghost

That’s Me

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That’s Me

That space you see in the foreground

Painted over, Ignored

Something Missing

No One

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No One

That is who I’ve become to you

A space in your journal

Who Was That Man?

Don’t Know

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Don’t Know

Did Anyone Ever See Me?

Does Anyone Miss Me

I Think Not

I’ll Go

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I’ll Go

I certainly never mattered

I will pack all my things

But really still

I Feel

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