Poem: Invisible

[zetasyanthis]

It's hard and near impossible
to live without being seen,
and yet we must live on and cry
and weep for shattered dreams.

For dreams we had, for dreams undone,
for dreams we hoped for ruined,
we cannot help but rent our hearts
where absent chasm's chewing.

It hurts so bad to be unseen,
to be forever lost;
it hurts so bad, invisible,
they do not bear our cross.

And yet we will prevail one day.
Our day is coming soon,
where rainbow wings will fly us high
'bove red-gold autumn bloom.