THE INVISIBLE ACT

The poem speaks for itself.

The lens latches on�"hungry�"

Devours the eyes, the mouth, the lines that deepen,

Sinks its teeth into the face, fierce,

Tragic sometimes. And then�"a cool calm�"

Practiced, polished�"like the gleam of bone.

A smile shaped sharp as glass�"

And there it is�"like magic�"

The mirror, the rouge, the shadow.

Stop.

Pause.

Rewind.

I begin again.

For those blind to the chasms I’ve bridged�"

For those who’ve never seen the cliffs I’ve scaled�"

The struggle unshown�"

All of this must seem a spinning joke,

A painted mask on a carousel of madness.

09.09.2024 

Reviews

[Fia Naturie]

This is intense. I do not believe it is a spinning joke if you are the one that is going through it. Powerful spill

[E.P. Robles]

Thank you. Right, no joke. ;)