Invisible
Dear Reader,
I’m suffocating in the middle of the street,
But no one sees me.
I’m screaming at the top of my longs,
But no one hears me.
You push me, I trip.
I get up, you walk over me.
How can you not see?
I’m here,
Invisible to you.
I know, I’m sorry,
I’ve been far away,
But I never get out of this place.
I’m suffocating in the middle of the street,
But no one sees me.
I’m screaming at the top of my longs,
But no one hears me.
You push me, I trip.
I get up, you walk over me.
How can you not see?
I’m here,
Invisible to you.
I know, I’m sorry,
I’ve been far away,
But I never get out of this place.
I'm right here,
And the people walk busy,
And the incessant noise of the cars won’t stop,
And the flowers are already blooming,
And the dogs bark and the time won’t stop.
And I’m still here,
Invisible to you…
Hoping, that one day you will see me.
This is my choice…Now.
And the people walk busy,
And the incessant noise of the cars won’t stop,
And the flowers are already blooming,
And the dogs bark and the time won’t stop.
And I’m still here,
Invisible to you…
Hoping, that one day you will see me.
This is my choice…Now.
- Catarina Ferreira
Writer, Author of "Amor Ingénuo" and "O Outro Lado de Amar", Reader, Freelancer and Blogger.
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