By Tim Nekritz

 

Who often are

Unseen

The world walks by us

The wind blows through us

The waves crash around us

Our words are not heard Our deeds are ignored Our actions not seen

How many scientists ever wanted to be

the world's first (invisible) man

It's not all that hard; if they want to ask me

I can tell them how they can

 

 

 

Editor's Note: This poem will appear in the April edition of Brain Candy, a literary webzine.