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May 22, 2009
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Invisible
I hide a dark secret from the world in shame
whenever he hits me, I take the blame.
It's not just the fist that breaks me in half,
but at my agony he just laughs.
I can claim no honor or dignity too,
it's hard to be brave when your black
and blue.
How can I plan with a mind that's blank?
How can I run on an empty tank?
So late at night when you hear me cry,
please don't roll over with another sigh.
I know it's hard to sleep through nights like this,
the sound of my flesh hit by a fist.
Soon, there may come a time when
you hear me no more, the years of
abuse left behind closed doors.
Look out the window, my final ride
without any pain, my name in the
obituary that gave invisible a name.
whenever he hits me, I take the blame.
It's not just the fist that breaks me in half,
but at my agony he just laughs.
I can claim no honor or dignity too,
it's hard to be brave when your black
and blue.
How can I plan with a mind that's blank?
How can I run on an empty tank?
So late at night when you hear me cry,
please don't roll over with another sigh.
I know it's hard to sleep through nights like this,
the sound of my flesh hit by a fist.
Soon, there may come a time when
you hear me no more, the years of
abuse left behind closed doors.
Look out the window, my final ride
without any pain, my name in the
obituary that gave invisible a name.
— dina grey, May 22, 2009
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Critiques
Craig Norris
17 years ago
so much abuse
dina grey
17 years ago
Flow
Craig Norris
17 years ago
I think its worth it though
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