Invisible

Invisible people, not seen and not heard we dwell in the spaces surrounding each word we cannot be felt in the beat of your heart - for Invisibility sets us apart - and so when you hear the soft whispering breeze or capture the drift of a sigh In the trees no, it is not I that you think you can hear there's no-one around, just a phantom I fear - I am invisible, merely a hollow no footprints in snow with no-one to follow I have no number, any purpose, or name with no recognition, no face and no fame - without any essence, no substance or form was never conceived and so never was born. You cannot describe me for I don't exist as nothing is solid of which I consist. I'm only an image that never can be brought full to fruition or reality - for I am invisible, nothing at all and nothing your mem'ry could ever recall - my heart dare not beat in the world that you share no, not unless someone should say that they care. ©️ April 2024 Valerie Dohren