07-24-2012, 03:57 PM
How I feel sometimes, in the world...
The Invisible Man
Crowds walking by, below the dark window
Stained, matted with pain, constant aches;
The Lifeless drip of acid rain lives on my sill—
Far above the concrete row of floating eyes.
They see me beyond soot-grey, unclean, unwashed
Through a window clear, yet my view untended,
Angle unchanged, hidden behind the dark glass still—
This caked, rough patch of grit-laden brown earth.
And so they look but cannot truly see the man
Behind the pane, who lurks shadowlike
Inside his own mind, walls oil slick black—
A dark cage that binds the invisible man.
The Invisible Man
Crowds walking by, below the dark window
Stained, matted with pain, constant aches;
The Lifeless drip of acid rain lives on my sill—
Far above the concrete row of floating eyes.
They see me beyond soot-grey, unclean, unwashed
Through a window clear, yet my view untended,
Angle unchanged, hidden behind the dark glass still—
This caked, rough patch of grit-laden brown earth.
And so they look but cannot truly see the man
Behind the pane, who lurks shadowlike
Inside his own mind, walls oil slick black—
A dark cage that binds the invisible man.
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