what is to become of me a man seen as without value in the brutal marketplaces of money and love. behind the curve over the hill sleeping in silence gray and fading mister invisible one more blip in a sea of blips. I still pull my weight I still pay my way I still pay my taxes I train my replacement. I still see the women but they don't see me they look right through me they walk right through me. loving and being loved wanting and being wanted a rush of desire a shared breath a place in another's eyes another's heart. once worthy of such things all long ago and far away was that really me or someone else I knew at what point does a memory become a fantasy at what point does a man become a phantom.
The invisible man by Rick Belden, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
