Invisible

Like speck of dust from celestial ceilings, I cling
To evaporated water molecules rising, singing into the sky, vacuous regions
Netherworlds have seen me clawing my way OUT
But still I remain invisible to your naked eye
Naked and seen through like space that was meant to be filled but 
Remains, EMPTY.

I do not mean to scream, but I can not be heard either, sometimes 
The feelings don't get to me and I wonder to myself if I am here at all?
The time knowing that if I paint pictures no one will gogh for it 
It isn't visible, it isn't something they can strike DOWN
As long as they remain adjunct to it, in their dimension
AND they forgive me for hiding alongside it.

Invisible
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Wesley Avatar
September 11, 2012 at 8:30 PM
Being a speck of dust I can identify with. It's a neat way to observe while being unobseved. Like being part of thiings and invisible all the same. Set me thinking of the possibilities!
Falotico Avatar
August 10, 2011 at 5:14 PM
Great Poetry, I love the theme and the way you toss the words around throughout... A true Poet my friend... Michael
Devonshire Avatar
August 8, 2011 at 2:30 PM
Tim, I feel this emptiness sometimes, wondering if anyone even cares to look my way or listen to what I have to say. It does make one feel "invisible" and want to scream. Excellent write, my friend. Love, Carolyn
Onclaud Avatar
August 8, 2011 at 3:44 AM
power-packed with your superb use of words and how they fulfill their brooding place in this poem.,... lovely! :) huggs, nette
Sivey Avatar
August 7, 2011 at 6:50 PM
I think I hide alongside it as well. Very well written, love the poem!!
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