The Absence of Thought

There are ups and downs

in being invisible

i can easily hide, run and not be found

i can watch, stare and not make people uncomfortable

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i can find nothing to confide in

have nothing to laugh with

i’m also eager for nothing

but watching and yearning

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in my cloak

i find nothing pining for me

no one looking for me

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only those who have forgotten me,

keep me company

hidden deep within my thoughts

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but, 

i can sing, quite terribly

and never be embarrassed

by other’s laughter

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i  can follow people and

not thought to be a stalker

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i can also weep quite bitterly

and never be heard

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i am nothing but a ghost

invisible to the world i 

seemingly inhabit

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nothing but a chilling wind

raising the hairs on old loved ones’

backs, arms and necks

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oh, don’t get me wrong though

being invisible is quite a joy

it just has it’s ups and downs

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Goliath of the New Age

the man stands in the shadows
proclaiming superiority
as the shadows seem to grow
he calls for blood
he screams for death

all while keeping a constant eye on his back
shifting and fidgeting

and as the ground shakes,
we rise like fire to the sky

the light flashes
casting glimpses of the scenery
with no shadow
after the deafening boom of thunder,

there is silence, as fear truly shifts