POETRY IS THE MUSIC OF THE SOUL


Aug 11, 2009

Invisible

They yell and bitch
But don’t notice me
They drink and work
And forget about me
The look my way
But see right past me
It’s like I’m not even here
They are gone before I wake
And asleep before I’m home
I clean the house
I do all the chores
But two days later it’s gone
Like I was never there
A few pictures scatter the house
But only ones from years ago
They make and eat dinner
And its barely enough
They forget I’m here

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