Written by: Frances Angela Torrelavega

Am I a shadow at night
that is concealed in darkness;
obscured to be seen,
muted from screaming?
In grounds, I lay;
in walls, I lean.
My partner was welcomed,
kissed and embraced;
while I am ignored
at the corner of the room.
Do I have to be at spotlight
just to be noticed?

Am I a ghost unfelt
with voice unheard…
doomed to suffer
eternal damnation?
This earth I may dwell,
but without companion;
in this vast chamber,
I walk alone.
Each face I see,
I beam a smile;
but none has responded,
not even a glance.
I pat on their shoulders,
all they give is a shrug;
after which, they brisk
without looking back.