Invisible

Little after little
I am becoming invisible
like a reflection
on a windowpane
or a faint breeze
lifting innocent skirts
It’s not that horrible
It’s not that great either
It just is
Some people call it natural
Others call it unfair
I call it ageing
slowly becoming a ghost
among other ghosts
known or unknown

EL SEBBO

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One response to “Invisible

  1. Fuck dat dude, u wanna make me cry again? What’s dat shyte? A friendly ghost is much betta than a stinkin’ piece of rottin’ flesh anyway, so hurray hurray. U’re alive dude, and dat’s quite an achievement already. Me like da poet very much when he’s not funny anymore – (all together now with the Dü) : it’s not funny anymore. Yeah. djn

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