Invisible

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Invisible

Sitting in my thoughts,

(Loud to me,

But quiet to the rest)

A noise sounds

And echoes in the space around me.

 

I turn to see what it’s from,

And see them.

Staring at me.

 

I smile, look happy.

But they look past me to the wall.

My smile fades to a small grin,

Then at last a frown.

 

Eyes stare blankly,

And they speak of things

 I don’t know.

 

A silent scream,

And I know this isn’t real.

 

Still the tears form as he talks only to her.


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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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