Invisible

by Erica   Jun 30, 2009


Everyone has a hidden weakness
You can go strong for so long
Nothing can urk you
You are invisible, invincible
And then the worst of luck strikes and the smiles disappear
It's silly but it can turn your world upside down
It accumulates into something you could have never imagined
You break, trip, fall more and more and more
You start to lose faith
Humanity is like that
it's inevitable
Two different kind of weaknesses:
Evil and those who are burdened by evil
I don't see this weakness in me until I'm face to face with the predator
I'm the weak prey, spouting out as much as my tiny voice can, but even to myself it is pitiful
Then I am devoured, I am broken into pieces
As simple as that.. a glass shattered
so fragile.. so small
Was it hiding behind a wall?
Wall of grandeur and power
It turns invisible when I am exposed
Hope burns as a small flame inside me
It is barely there.. a speck of light, constantly burdened
constantly extinguished from existence
Why does it keep coming back, like an annoyance
A fly buzzing in my ear
It keeps coming back even though I know in this reality
hope is lost
isn't it?
See that speck again

Burden upon burden
How does one live with that kind of life
One step forward, two steps back
Retreating away from happiness, farther and farther
Step by step
Retreating
Why does it happen to the best of us
Why why why why
So many questions
Why must people unknowingly expose the weakest part of a person
And take advantage of it once weakness is found
Why why why why
I don't see the satisfaction in it
Why no more empathy
What has gone wrong with this world?

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  • 15 years ago

    by Perry

    Don't lose faith and hope. Hope and love are the only things that will always exist as that person once put it. You can face the predator or demon no matter how hideous they look on the outside as long as you can face yourself.

    People do change over time, without too many conflicts, it is very easy to take things for granted. Without any wake up calls, one will be in slumber forever.

    Passion and eagerness are what's needed. There is no satisfactions in exploiting another's weakness. I don't see it either. Perhaps people do it without knowing like the poem says. Then a wake up call is much needed.

    It is depressing that people need to be woken up by others and not by themselves though. At times, I wish I could of woken up by my own strength, not outside force. And realize the one I always loved were always waiting for me to wake up..

  • 15 years ago

    by SADADDY

    You can feel the pain and sorrow in these words you have expressed in this write. We are sometimes blind to the evils in this world until it happens to us…but there is always hope and faith that we can rely on in our time of need…that tiny light that burns internally in our souls…look towards it and you will find strength in it.

    May peace and joy fill your heart each and every day.

    sadaddy

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