Quietly sitting alone, watching as life walks around,
not even noticing that I'm writing.
An entire lifetime hiding right out in the open where
everyone can see, yet not a one noticing I am here.
A tremendous feat, being invisible right here where I
sit, a mere poet just writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very true poem written from the heart. I feel it's a blessing and a curse. I too can be and am invisible which helps in observation of the world which you do also do. Yet sometimes it can be lonely. Great post thanks |BB