Invisible By Design Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

Hollow...

Most days, that's the feeling.
Going through the motions
To keep up with the commotion-
The hustle and bustle, the toil and struggle.
False friends, twisting the knife in your back,
While a Cheshire cat grin greets you.

Hollow...
Sleep, eat, work, eat, sleep.
Wash, rinse, and doomed to repeat.

Feeling too much and nothing all at once.
This status quo is growing more unbearable with each passing day.
Working to live, but missing out on living.
A child born, a child growing, a child fed.
A child grown up, but never led.
No time to enjoy the little things
While you're running the rat race.

Eat, sleep, work, eat, sleep
Wash, rinse, and doomed to repeat.

An ache that never goes away,
Longing for the end of each day.
Missing out on the pleasures of life
While the soul inside shrivel and dies.
Wither and rot, fading to dust,
Left out in the rain to rust.

Hollow...
Sleep, eat, work, eat, sleep
Wash, rinse, can't bear to repeat.

A lost soul in a sea of existence.
Invisible pain, the torture relentless.
Afraid to confess, to have a witness,
Only to be met with cold indifference.
Searching for a purpose, for some release
From the destiny designed for me.

Sleep, eat, work, eat, sleep
There must be something more to seek
Than a mundane existence with a future so bleak.