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The Invisible, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Invisible

The sultry summer’s setting sun sent rays,
Into the belly of the cool damp bridge,
Where cavemen left their colored painted sprays,
Along with their smelly stacks of garbage.
The discarded urine stained mattresses,
In a row abutting jambs of cut stone,
Offering shelter for long tailed creatures.
It won’t be long before they’re not alone.
Up above the howling freight train rumbles,
Shaking the ground below as would a quake,
And into the river it sends ripples,
With such horror the dead it would awake.
It is silent now the train is distant.
The tired sun slides behind the horizon.
Missing occupants will make their descent.
This day of misery is almost done.
Their shoes against the gravel can be heard.
In their step seems as if there’s heavy weight.
The air reeks of aches. No one speaks a word.
It’s not known if on this day any ate.
All are absorbed into total darkness.
Each struggles with an internal battle.
Seeing tomorrow they are not anxious,
To walk the streets being invisible.

The Bridge, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Bridge

The Bridge

Standing at the edge on its darkened side
Feeling like a moth pulled into a flame
Staring at a glow with eyes opened wide
What’s its message attempting to proclaim

If I were to cross where next would I go
As my vision fails to pierce the bright light
Would it lead like the star of long ago
Can’t raise a foot due to a nervous fright

Not sure there’s a path to the Promised Land
A place not to be tempted anymore
Will there be rules that I will understand
Way too much thinking making my head sore

Reduced to a matter of faith and trust
Not a subject simply to be caucused