Invisible

Invisible

A Poem by sheila.j

There she was again throwing clothes in a extra large trash bag

Screaming she's done That they're over.

There he was just sitting there staring a thousand miles forward

Undoubtedly thinking He's done. it's over.

And there I was standing in the old door frame again

Listening to the arguement I could recite in my sleep

Step, step, avoid the broken glass.

Check him, check her, avoid each stare.

Walk to my room, shut the door, lock the handle

Drop my backpack, pick up the dirty clothes, touch up the makeup

Drown out the screaming, push the world aside, climb out the window

Feel the familiar thud on the ground and the usual slamming front door

Slip past the cars, plug my headphones in, run until my head spins

No one notices I was gone, coming through the front door

She left hours ago, he's too stoned

Step into the bathroom, strip off my clothes, let the warm water sooth

Stand in the mirror, study my features, wonder how I'm so invisible

Lie in bed, springs press into my back, memories press into my mind

This is my day, my routine, my natural state.

Invisible.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2013 sheila.j


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words're powerful, wonderful and a deep write.100/100, keep writing :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


well written really emotional

Posted 11 Years Ago


sheila.j

11 Years Ago

Thank you
I like how this sounds like a short story that seems to have a beat...It's sad how some people can relate to this kind of life, perhaps even more than I realize.

Good Job

Posted 11 Years Ago


sheila.j

11 Years Ago

Thank you
~*~Peace Keeper~*~

11 Years Ago

You're welcome
This makes me want to cry because of my own memories from my past. I can relate to the events and feelings from this poem because of the relationship that my parents had when I was growing up. They always fought and were always too busy to really notice me. My dad was too hard into drugs and his friends to care whatsoever about my well being, and my mother was always out working or partying. It is sad. It is a beautiful poem, though. I love it in the sense that I can relate to it and it flows quite well. Keep it up and I am sure that you will get far and have many followers who can relate to your amazing writing. The only thing that needs to be changed are the multiple errors. But those can be overlooked for now.

Posted 11 Years Ago


sheila.j

11 Years Ago

Thank you and yeah it's hard being able to relate to this kind of situation. It hurts to feel invisi.. read more

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sheila.j
sheila.j

Boulder, CO



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