you are somewhere, everywhere, and here, they do not know,
You can not be seen, not by me but I know that you are there.
This came upon me one day in a fast way, an accident for me,
A curse or gift we will see, I am afraid of that which can not be seen.
I can hear you, thought I was losing my mind, voices in my head,
You are in between here and there, you speak to me as I do not see.
You are all around, I hear you as your sound echoes throughout,
I can hear you, you do see me, it is you that can not be seen.
Keith Garrett
Nice
It is easy to be the invisible one waiting for my day in the light……Excellent poem