THE DAY I FELT INVISIBLE
By MICHAEL AGBAH
I was in the room
No voice, no footsteps
Just the low volume of the TV
Talking to no particular
It filled the space like static as if noise could pretend to be company
But there i was
Sitting, breathing and existing
And somehow ,i feel like i don't exist
No one asked how i was copping
No one noticed me
With all the silence i was not noticed
Like the world had gone on without me
Like i had become part of the furniture
Something to walk past,not see
I watch the flickering screen
But it didn't watch back
And in that moment,i realized.
Being invisible doesn't mean people are ignoring you
It means they are not there at all.
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