The Invisible
In this
My windblown existence
There is no file
Marked bitterness
Into which to pour
The pains
The invisible pains
The one, persistent pain
That is necessarily invisible
Painful because it is invisible
That can never be shown, seen,
revealed or measured
Being true to ourselves
Is all that is left
Even though
That truth is hated and feared
We are nevertheless forced
To cling to it
For fear of worse
Meanwhile
Every grinning flood
Each new storm
Of ego-aspiration
Damns us
Whipping away
What we had naively believed to be a hope
And this too
This
This profound little cry
Will itself
Surely be invisible
Dropping like snow
Into the sea of proud noises