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Invisible Man

He sits in the middle of the street,
Waiting for a car to come by.
They all swerve just by him,
He feels the rush of wind as they tunnel past.

He sits in empty restaurant booths,
No one comes to take his order.
Loudly scratching his name into the tables,
Hoping someone will read it.
 
He walks alone in the park,
But only the dogs and birds turn their heads to him.
He screams in the unchained openness,
Heard and unnoticed.
 
He is scrawled in dull pencil,
Glowing dark and fading slowly.
Unable to stay still,
He runs towards something he can’t get away from.
Written by Nixprty
Published | Edited 18th Jul 2024
Author's Note
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me. You cannot kill what cannot exist.
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