Invisible Again

Like a ghost
Unseen
Unheard
Perhaps absurd
The only time
It's no crime
I get seen
Like an unseen beauty queen
My features
Etched in charcoal
On virgin white paper
Wearing just my skin
Perhaps
One day
When artists portray me
I'll be invisible
An empty page
Not a wise old sage
And one day soon
Perhaps
I will no longer
Cast a reflection
In my old dusty mirror
Nor a shadow
In the sun
My silhouette gone
As i become
Completely invisible
Perhaps the last year
Has been
No more than a dream
I have been to many, many places
Yet strangely
Never, ever, seen

by Jemia