Invisibility is my only great desire.
I'm sick of being visual, the black bird on the wire.
Just for one day I wish to be the unseen,
So then I can understand just what this all means.
Hidden inside deepest thoughts of you,
Never questioning the where, the why and who.
I want to vanish from the eyes of the world
And watch our tragic demise unfurl.
Disappear into voids of indifference,
Forget the bright lie of days significance.
Fall into the white whirlwind heat,
To accomplish this would be the only feat.
Make it worth it, eyes go blind.
Forget all the woes for there's none to find.
I want to be imaginary, someone else's dream
I want to be the reason why they wake at night and scream.
Reality is a chore,
A never ending bore.
A badly written play that we must all endure.
I want to fade away and never be remembered.
I want to disappear and leave my grave unattended.
Seeing is misleading and that's the only way,
Considering giving in, forget my dying day.
Seeing is believing but I wouldn't ever swear to it.
Seeing is deceiving, and I'd rather be narcotic.
Seeing is believing, but I'd never ask you why.
Seeing is the reason of why the children cry.
Retrospect is unimaginative,
Dulls the limits of perspective.
Post modern conditions lie,
Purchase the mind and no rules apply.
I want to be invisible,
Forget my worldly trouble.
I want to vanish in silence now,
Guess I'll do it the way I know how...
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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That final line is exactly that....finality.
This is great...what would it be like to be invisible, to sit aside and watch the world crumble under the hoards of the human herd? I bet it would be eye opening. Great work Sis
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great write here dendera.
Disappear into voids of indifference,
Forget the bright lie of days significance.
Fall into the white whirlwind heat,
To accomplish this would be the only feat.
nice stanza.
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"leave my grave unattended"
interesting thought. Myself, I want lots of people to visit my grave and leave flowers all the time. I want to know I meant something. There is a lot in this poem and I'm not sure I got it all. The poet would rather be on drugs (narcotic) than be deceitful, right? And children cry because of all the bad stuff they see, right? "The way I know how" that's interesting. You mean through some upper or downer? I got hung up on the invisibility thing and wondered if the poet wanted to become invisibile because she is female. It's interesting as a middleaged woman because I DO feel invisible sometimes and sometimes I don't like it as much as I thought I would. we never know how we're gonna feel until we get there.
But I suspect there is more to the invisibility theme than that. It's about life, rather sombre. But I do like the poem and it bears rereading.
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