To those invisible


Invisible to the prowling do-gooders
the contents of numerous lives
unfold in their own personal silence,
prodding their observations unmarked
by the eyes of the forfeited crowd.

So many aches that long for recognition,
so many studies and careful conclusions
that long for to be noticed, to be confirmed.
Billions of lives unfold in anonymity
while blind coteries of well known biases
scratch a common decaying itch.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2008-12-13 at 23:05

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2008-12-14