As I am not yet able to produce any proper posts due to my sickness (which is going away little by little), I am doomed to sitting in my room and entertaining myself by either watching the passers-by through the window or looking at the computer screen. I have chosen both. Therefore, I was energetic and inspired enough to produce, at least, a poem. And I am quite happy about it!
They do not know me and they cannot see me.
I am invisible as a ghost,
Only less frightening than others.
They are not capable of noticing me
But I see and hear each one of them.
Trying to catch the bus and feeling miserable
When it doesn’t stop, not only for a second.
Rushing to and from the jobs they loathe but keep
Only to pay for their entertainment.
Searching for love in all the wrong places,
And receiving only the physical pleasure
From a person they rented.
Quarreling with their children and friends
Because the weather is just not right again.
And drinking that overpriced chai latte by the window
As it was the only way to forget the solitude.
I see it all and I can feel it all,
Their insecurities and sadness,
Their misery and isolation.