Invisible

Lights go up as the night winds down
Where cheer and smiles were once found
Staggering friends drift out and away
Night is over it’s the end of the day
Chairs turn up and the noises fade
The stench of smoke seems to stay
A broken glass beneath a stool
Reveals the acts of a drunken fool
Slowly the cleaning is all done
Watching from a far it seems to be fun
The infectious joy of libations consumed
Tomorrow the party will resume
Tonight however is still quite long
Playing like some forgot love song
Where's the one who will change the tune
Will he come will he arrive quite soon
Not once can you see the eyes
That look at you and softly cry
Another time another place
Maybe you would have looked at his face
Trapped in a cage built himself
His heart frozen and on a shelf

Reviews

[Carolann Dowsett]

Oh wow this is so sad. I see a little boy watching his alcoholic mother party night after night forgetting his existence. Not sure if that is what you had in mind when you wrote it but that's the image it brings to my mind. Very beautifully written.

[John B]

Thanks. Not quite the imagery I had but I can see that as well. Actually, this came about from watching some staff at a local pub cleaning up as the night ended. Just noticed how sad one of them looked while cleaning yet everyone else around them was laughing and seeming to enjoy themselves.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Oh ok cool :) That's the beauty of poetry though can mean so many different things to different people.

[Tina Kline]

I really love this. There is a sadness that runs through it, of things ending and things forgotten. Very good.

[John B]

Thank you.