Invisible

Invisible

A Poem by Lestat's daughter

Thay don't see me,

They don't even know I'm there.

Until I'm useful they don't see.

 

My life as a wanderer...

All my life has been just that,

Wandering.

 

I don't know what I'll do to stop it.

If it doesn't then I'll have to do it myself.

I hope it doesn't come to that.

© 2008 Lestat's daughter


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Wow! Powerful and emotional stuff here, Sam!

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on September 12, 2008
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