Invisible
Cloaked in darkness,
my shadow flees--
torn apart when eyes
need an evening
which hooks the losing grip
of my presence--
unraveling its shade
from a frail, drying light,
hold me, catch my hand.
it's the coffin of a hundred
ticks of solitude.
this time,
I don't want to be alone, invisible.
28 Apr 2016
Being Invisible Part #2, SKAT
Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2016
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