Just a play around, not really sure what to do with it. - thoughts about the approaches to feeling it.

Invisible. Unseen. Lost without being noticed.


I'm hidden behind words, always unseen other than in what I write. Dark winds swirl through ahead of me, blocking me from sight. With all eyes closed, or covered in dirt, I'm never in view. Not a soul sees the real me, no, not even you.


I see you, you don't see me,

now I'm pained as ever I've been,

my heart's in two, my mind as well,

the past, the present's evil hell.


The End

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