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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Invisible Often I will stand erect, a stood up smiling face Reaching for the meanings, only longing but to trace Full in view, invisible, as empty glances come Still, I can not see myself; I’m blinded by the sun What features lie about this broken painted piece of glass Accepted deep within the realms as desperate feelings pass Shattered in the eyes of none that take the time to hear Foggy misted attributes a’ clinging crystal clear That mirror with its gilded frame, hangs crooked on the wall Creviced breach of promises that loudly ring the call Reflections of a face I have not seen in many years Answers lost in what these lines do fashion of the fears Am I here, I ask of eyes now found to stare right through My hand before my face does not obstruct my cautioned view Existence, does it brew the leaves, so relevant the tea Challenging the truth a’ swirl within this cup I see Tomorrow may just find that I have all but disappeared Lost amongst the wanderers of voided silent cheers Will they still remember me as someone they have known Crying at the window panes of tortured teardrops shown Or merely the forgotten in the mass of needless sighs Nothing but a figment that did never grace their eyes Tossed about as ashes from the cigarettes they hold Invisible, and left alone, to wither in the cold Written for the Invisible Poetry Contest Sponsored by Lewis Raynes
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