Me

ME. . .
I'm like the shadow in the faded light;
Seen by all, but visible to none!
I'm invisible.
I'm like the air that passes by;
Felt by all, but known to none!
I'm invisible.
I'm like the soul in the body.
I'm like the written page of a diary.
I'm like the blackness of the night; the light in the fused bulb.
I'm like the thirst of the river.
I'm like the wealth of the miser; the poverty of the benevolent.
I'm like the shame of a slut; the lechery of a noble.
I'm like a spotless stained sheet.
I'm like the crowd in the country; the loneliness in the city.
I'm like the scream of the mute; the hearing of the deaf.
I'm like an open book.
You see me;
You notice me;
You read me;
But you don't know me.
I'm endless.
I'm forever.
I'm invisible.
I'm ME.
I am. . .