Invisibility

by Karla   Nov 4, 2011


I am an invisble thing,
an unseen substance
without definition,
source
whatever.

I am the man living
under the bridge,
the homeless woman,
the hungry child
weeping.
I am this nothing
you regret and despise.

Don't you see your blindness
is a suicidal practice?

Karla Bardanza

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  • 12 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    This is a very deep message to all. I liked the middle stanza how you chose to pick these 3 different characters to represent what you were describing in yourself. So much people get ignored and often without meaning to.

    You write about being invisible, which the reader understands as loneliness, a very horrible thing to feel.

    Good work

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