invisible,
like water in a glass.
I exist,
but unseen.
I take up space,
but transparent.
I remain,
painfully ignored.
Well, I see you Eila. (At least, I see your words.) I look forward to reading more from you as you will no longer be invisible. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love all your poems. You are an excellent writer.