Phantasm

Fränz Müller

I stand in the doorway

yearning to be seen;

the passersby don’t even glance my way.

Do they see me?  Know I am here?

Or did I completely disappear,

a phantom, as smoke

a peripheral vision’s vision?

I watch as the world stumbles forwards

with me, standing still

watching.

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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem puts oneself and a monster seen by the world as a phantasm. There is a feeling of alienation here. Well written

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Fränz, this carries such a quiet loneliness to it. The feeling of standing present in the world while somehow remaining unseen comes through with painful clarity. The restraint of the piece makes the isolation feel even heavier. Beautiful and haunting work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    good write, great atmospheric piece



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