Unseen





In the crowd, I'm just a face, No one's ever rushed to embrace, No one's ever been glad to see, My presence, for them, means nothing to be.


My visage, unremarkable, plain, Doesn't draw a second glance, doesn't entertain, No skills to claim, no accolades to show, Just existence, mundane, slow.


A nobody, in life's vast sea, No one to remember, no legacy, No one has ever cherished me dearly, No love, no passion, just me, merely.


In the world, I pass like a ghost, Unseen, unnoticed, at most, No one has ever felt the need, To rush to me, or take heed.


For in the end, I am alone, No one to call me their own, No one to run to me with glee, No one, not even one, to love me.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

El Chismoso

Image
  In the plaza where the sun always glows Comes a whisper everybody knows El Chismoso with his tales to spin Get ready now the fun begins Down by the fountain where the old folks meet El Chismoso got the talk of the street His eyes like a hawk they catch every move He knows your secrets and he will approve From Doña Rosas fight to Juans late stroll No little story slips out of his soul El Chismoso oh he runs the show Spilling the tea where the rumors grow With a wink and a grin he lights up the town El Chismoso never lets you down Oye oye the whispers fly El Chismoso under the evening sky He heard who is in love who is breaking apart Who snuck out the back with a runaway heart His words they dance like sparks in the air Spreading like fire before you are aware The mercado hums with his latest tale El Chismoso never does fail But cuidado amigo when he is near Your secrets might slip for the whole world to hear He is the mirror of the pueblo truth No lie can hide from his gossip ...
Read more

The Solitude of Shadows

Image
  In the quiet corners of my room, Where echoes of old laughter loom, I sit alone with thoughts that roam, In the vast expanse of my life, this home. The walls, they whisper tales of old, Of times when company was bold, But now, in silence, they just fold, To stories only I can hold. The chair across, forever bare, Awaits a guest who isn't there, In this space, so vast, so rare, Where loneliness is my sole heir. I dance with shadows, dine with ghosts, In this life, I am the host, Embracing solitude, almost, Yet, in my heart, it hurts the most. For in this lonely life, you see, The only company is me, And though I've learned to let it be, Sometimes I wish for company.
Read more

The Inner Light I Glimpse

Image
  Beneath the surface, soft and deep, A quiet strength, a grace they keep, A light that glows, not loud, but true, The inner beauty shining through. In tender hearts, where courage grows, In whispered dreams that no one knows, A well of kindness, fierce and free, A boundless, hidden galaxy. Through every storm, they rise, they mend, A silent force that won’t descend, With empathy, they weave the day, Their spirit guides in every way. A symbol glows, a circle bright, With rays above, a crown of light, Unique to each, its form does bend, Their inner spark, a tale to send. Some bear the mark with lines that soar, Like wings of hope, they seek to explore, Others with curves, a softer trace, Reflecting peace in their embrace. For every woman, a story told, In shades of fire, in hues of gold, The symbol shifts, yet holds the same, A testament to their sacred flame. I stand as one who cannot know, The depths where women’s spirits grow, Their inner light, a sacred flame, A beauty I c...
Read more