We’re there We’re visible Maybe to a family member Or a long time friend Or a favourite teacher But to everyone else We’re invisible Occasionally We become visible To a group that’ll punch our faces in Of course we’ll be visible to the doctors How else will we heal? But after that We’re invisible Until the group strikes again
You let your feelings be said on paper Rather than saying it verbal Amazing how the emotions fade like vapor I start to wonder, am I visible?
Staring at me as if I’m thick You really think I’m that stupid? Who am I to you, some young *****? Guess you don’t know I heard you say it
I wish I could read your mind To see where you get your motives Wondering why you think I’m blind When I see you carrying your explosives
Opinions dividing me as a human No matter what; no one’s thrilled One thing surprising is the confusion Better be careful to not get killed
Living life without a say Going through all the struggles Tryna make it out as though I am brave Though my pain should be clearly visible
Where are my friends, are they here? Ghostly marking their presence I think I can sense something in the air Or maybe that’s just my annoyance
The second of my trilogy of poems... Visible is another one of the poems in my portfolio that I gladly sit back and grin at in admiration, because of such vibrancy within the words I've used. Just like the previous poem, that being 'Gone With The Wind', this poem is mostly a stab at what I've seen in my life and judgements made against me. ---- Hope You Enjoy! Comment & Let Me Know Your Thoughts!
I wish you well My dear old friend My green-backed flame Set along the clouds.
You lie beyond the night When the people have all Fallen asleep in their cots Doomed to awaken To a gilded sky that brews With unseen grace Not invisible because eyes Cannot track it But invisible because gazes Are melded with the grass.