Invisible

At every passing turn;

Amidst all traffic helter-skelter;

I stand there, invisible;

Bereft of home and shelter.

At every occasion;

Amidst human shelter-skelter;

I sit there, unseen,

Morose and welter.

In everyone’s eyes;

Within apples and fruits;

I remain unnoticed;

I wonder if everyone’s in cahoots.

Yet in my mirror;

With my belief divisible;

I refuse to see myself;

Because I am invisible.


- Drious

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