May 11, 2007


I'm the invisible man
Birth child of giants
Raised in silence
Product of unspoken violence
We can tear at flesh with words
Thoughts unheard
Destiny distorted by expectation

I'm the invisible man
I travel through the boundaries
Nothing can confine me
And so my prison is not belonging
I exist outside the rules
Stand alone
This within are fools
Those without are lonely

We are all invisible
What is the meaning of this vaccuum called reality?

1 comment:

Anna said...

I love your style of writing and enjoyed this poem. I'll be back for more.