Invisible Poem by Valerie Dohren

Invisible people, not seen and not heard
we dwell in the spaces surrounding each word
we cannot be felt in the beat of your heart
- for Invisibility sets us apart -
and so when you hear the soft whispering breeze
or capture the drift of a sigh In the trees
no, it is not I that you think you can hear
there's no-one around, just a phantom I fear -
I am invisible, merely a hollow
no footprints in snow with no-one to follow
I have no number, any purpose, or name
with no recognition, no face and no fame -
without any essence, no substance or form
was never conceived and so never was born.
You cannot describe me for I don't exist
as nothing is solid of which I consist.
I'm only an image that never can be
brought full to fruition or reality -
for I am invisible, nothing at all
and nothing your mem'ry could ever recall -
my heart dare not beat in the world that you share
no, not unless someone should say that they care.

©️ April 2024 Valerie Dohren