September 13, 2008
I’m invisible.

Not invisible like the cold winds of winter.

Not invisible like the skin of a ghost.

Not invisible like the ceaseless flow of time.
But simply gone unnoticed; unwanted.

Invisible like the lone bearer of a cross.

Invisible like a tiny whisper.

Invisible like a sweet fish lost in the bitter sea.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback