Invisible

Treated as if nothing.

Hand me a drink

Shine my shoes

Drive me

Bathe me

 

Tailor my suit

Pour me a drink

Serve my favorite dish

Groom my grass

 

Preach my sermon

Take my coat

Seat me

Greet me

 

Park my car

Clean my carpet

Do my laundry

Cut my hair

 

Make up my face

Dress me

Situate my hands

Close my casket

 

Dig my grave

Carry me out the church

Speak my eulogy

Bury me

 

Open my heaven

Save my soul

Judge my service

Douse my pride

 

Fetch my mind!

Encage my spirit!

Dissipate my flame!

Tell me the invisible man is not me...

 

Author's Note

Dig it?

Reviews

[DeeWV]

Ah, I have so enjoyed reading your work. The art of poety is inviting the
reader to step into your work. You do that with finesse. This is what the poem says to me. The subject
of this poem is indeed "invisible" only there to tend to the commands
of others. No one ever really sees he/she. Great work!

Dee

[STEPHIE]

Wow, that was Great...

[Strife]

I can dig it

[Emily B]

I do--dig it. I've got to dig farther in your words. This is the second work I've read of yours in the last few minutes. I've got to say I'm absolutely blown away. The way you ramble on through the beginning in such an ordinary sort of lackluster way and then throw the hammer down in the last two stanzas; well, that is nothing short of spectacular. An amazing write. Powerful and to the point.

[Alford G. Harris]

This was... coooool. Kudos

[Wicahpi]

Absolutely! I "DIG IT"!! Every single word of it!
Excellent. A job well done! There is nothing I would
change, that's for sure.

[Tovli]

absoulutely dug it. the best i have read on WC tonight--you gotta publish this one. "Groom my grass"
stoaken phrase! tovli

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