Invisibles

Invisibles

Invisible to the outside eye
A monster hides behind his lie
He maybe looks
Just like you and me
Hair and skin
Smiles and fears

You could meet him in a local bar
Discuss with him you're dreams
Your car
The truth of his nocturnal cravings
A head removed with skillful shavings.

Invisible the saint or sinner
The beautiful mind or heinous ripper
The poet lord of all his scribbling
Looks out from a head that spins with vigour
Too pained to gaze for long in the mirror
Afraid his words show him to be madder
Than the worst of men
Insanely driven

The monster creeps with agile stealth
The carer soothes to give of health
In the street passing on
Invisibles' behind silent screaming
Conceal the facts
Whatever they are dreaming
Always watching
Forever scheming.

AGL

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