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