Catch the poetry spirit

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Invisible

My name is Invisible

An imaginary empty vessel

lying by the wayside

thrown away like rags

tattered, torn, and displaced

Hoping to be greeted by a caring face

Invisible smiles

You walk by afraid to look at my ghostly appearance

Because I live as a vagrant

And contribute to the jobless filth

On the streets looking for handouts

I sleep close to those like me on cardboard

We cover ourselves for safety

Maybe our existence makes you want to cry

Inaction cares less if the invisible lives or dies

Labor laws prevent me from earning an honest wage

Who hires people my age?

Is my value too small to be seen?

Stop what you are doing

Let’s talk to find solutions

Together we can prevent your children from becoming invisible too

McDuff © 5/20/14