Invisible

poem by: Mingoao Ba
Written on Mar 09, 2017

Maybe

my voice
has been

or

is just
a never-ending echo

                             of poetry

                                        once recited

                                       in a moment
                                              of clarity

                             in which . .

                             no one else
                             could see
                                                        or

                                             has been
                                          clear about

fears ~ not heard
     nor recognised

                            denied
                            mocked                            
                            ridiculed
                            doubted
                            disbelieved

                                            how do I

                                    defend against
                     that which can't be seen

                                      when it's possible
                                     I've imagined it all
          hear ~
my silence
scream
                           wrest . .         
                           from my chest

                                   disguised ~

                 camouflaged frailties

                                                 My dark horse . .
                                                 has always been

                                                 A Unicorn .  !
I long ago
once believed

                that -

                all there was
                        was me

                and -

                nothing else
                     mattered

                                            but for the belief . . 

                                            and 
                                                        come now
                                                          to realise
                                            that
                                            belief is not truth

                                                     belief is but
                                                     perceptions
                                          of our own making
               truth is ~

                    well . .
              it's truth . !
                                                     a b s e n t  ~

                                                     tones
                                                     colours
                                                     shades
                                                     geometry
                                                     deception                                                                     
                                                     penitence
                                                     contrition
                                                     bleeding

                                        no depth

                                no light
                                no darkness

                                      no good
                                        no evil

                                  no religion
                                  no god

                                                  it just is . !

                                                   and

                                       so it seems ~

                                      No matter
                                      how loud I scream


                                         Invisible visibility . . . .


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Tags: metaphor, dark,

 

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