Translucent
By: Adam M. Snow

Can’t you see me,
a ghost I am to be?
A translucent figure without a purpose,
fading away like a blood drop to the sea?
Can’t you see me?
Hear my plea?
My words, my reason to live;
can’t you hear me?
Hear my voice, a plea of sorrow,
tearful apologies,
and a truthful memory.
Can’t you hear me?
See me crying;
the reflection you deny to see?
Can’t you see me,
through the mirror looking back,
a ghost I am to be?
Can’t you see me?
I am you.