Like a ghost
Unseen
Unheard
Perhaps absurd
The only time
It's no crime
I get seen
Like an unseen beauty queen
My features
Etched in charcoal
On ****** white paper
Wearing just my skin
Perhaps
One day
When artists portray me
I'll be invisible
An empty page
Not a wise old sage
And one day soon
Perhaps
I will no longer
Cast a reflection
In my old dusty mirror
Nor a shadow
In the sun
My silhouette gone
As i become
Completely invisible
Perhaps the last year
Has been
No more than a dream
I have been to many, many places
Yet strangely
Never, ever, seen

by Jemia