Felice Lam

The Invisible - Poem by Felice Lam

Ask me, why am I here?
I don’t know. I am just someone
Happens to be here;
Just a passerby;
Someone you will never remember.

For years and years,
We’ve searched for the eternity,
Looking for glories that never fade,
Hoping to be remembered
Forever and ever and ever.

Let them be those names:
The legends, you may say.
Let them be the greatest warriors:
The braveries, they will praise.
Men for years to be talked about.

Now ask me, where am I?
Where’s my name in all those?
I don’t know. Guess I am just someone
Who stands aside and claps,
For heroes need their admirers.

Comments about The Invisible by Felice Lam

  • Sina Farajzadeh (8/6/2012 10:52:00 AM)

    Wow. This type of poem seems new to me. It's beautiful. Sometimes it's like epitaph. Sometimes like praising. I liked it. I'd be glad if you comment on my poems. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/24/2012 8:52:00 AM)

    @Vincent Kuo:

    Thank you very much for your comment. It means a lot to me that someone actually notices and appreciates my work :) I am really glad that my poem can speak to you. This is the best I can hope for as the writer of this poem: To stir the readers' thoughts.

    What you mentioned about you idea of heroes is exactly what I believe. Heroes come in different ways, and I'm definitely very flattered that you called me a hero.

    Thank you again for commenting on my poem and letting me know that someone understands. Now you are my hero! : D
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  • Vincent Kuo (5/22/2012 1:02:00 PM)

    Wow, thank you Felice for this very vivid poem. I think you capture the thoughts of most human beings on earth! Often in life we just feel so insignificant, we are overwhelmed by all our problems and seeing the achievements of some of the great men and women in the media makes you ask the question: What am I doing with my life?

    Interestingly enough, I think this is the very reason why I got into poetry because I feel I can live in a poetic world where I can thrive and let me expressions run wild. A world where I can be myself and not be pressured by the expectations of materialistic realities...

    Though let me add, I've also begun to think that the concept of legends and heroes are one of misperception in society. I think we all have our own heroes in our hearts, be it a famous person or someone nobody knows. Either way people we admire are so subjective, I mean, my Mother is one of my greatest irreplaceable heroes of all time, but that wouldn't be the case for anyone else. Just because most of society regard some people to be legends, doesn't mean you must be pressure to feel the same way.

    Sorry for the long comment, your poem really spoke to me profoundly! In this case, you yourself is a hero, my hero in fact, for being courageous enough to share such feelings! Thank you!
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 4, 2011

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