"An Invisible Child"

I am real.
This may feel like a nightmare,
but I am real.

I exist.
I may not live,
I may feel undead,
but I am alive
and I exist.

I dream.
It's the only way
I can escape,
or at least
the closest thing.

I remember.
There was a time
when I was happy.
But even then,
this was going on.
I just didn't know,
or maybe
didn't care.

Now I fail to see
how anyone could not care.

Author's Note: This poem could be interpreted and applied in different ways. It could be about any child going through a difficult time. But for me, this is my humble tribute to the victims of the Lord's Resistance Army (living and dead). I kept it simple, because I can't fathom the kinds of things those children have gone through.

On November 17, there is going to be a summit in Washington, D.C., for world leaders to discuss what action to take regarding Joseph Kony and the LRA. On that day, supporters of Invisible Children will hold a demonstration as part of the Kony 2012 campaign. I can't go, because it's out of the question for me and my family. But if any of you are able, I urge you to go and show your support. Also look at my journal on my DeviantArt account (the link is on my profile).