Invisible Hands

Invisible hands around my body

That’s how I rock myself to sleep

I see things that aren’t there

I want my soul to embody

To feel whole, so, I don’t weep

Invisible hands around my body

I dance with my imagination and get soppy

My imaginary friends join me as I sleep

I see things that aren’t there

When I awake, I cannot see its foggy

Loneliness surfaces, palpable, under the rug I sweep

Invisible hands around my body.

He smiled at me and hid he was stroppy

The loneliness cried out and ignored the loud beep

I see things that aren’t there

For company my bed was sacrificed, sloppy

The antidote only reached skin-deep

Invisible hands around my body

I see things that aren’t there.