Inexistence

Inexistence

A Poem by oxo


Though the world is small, 
destiny won't allow us to meet.
Though we're only separated by a wall,
you don't even know i exist.

For that matter, i raised an eyebrow
and asked myself a question:
"Am I that really ordinary,
that I cannot get your attention?"

I made a frown and look outside,
Oh, beautiful ladies: they hurt my eyes.
Then a monster inside me started to wake;
Pity and bitterness started to take place.

I heard you sing; you have a nice voice,
I wrote my own song behind these hurtful noise.
I asked myself again, what's wrong with me.
Though I know there's nothing wrong, really.

Yes, the world was small and the wall was there,
But I guess, I need to shake these feelings away.
You are ordinary, I don't need your attention,
Just another man  whom I felt an affection.

Then, one day, you'll see me,
in this small, small world,
But it'll be too late
For I won't see you anymore.



© 2012 oxo



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Yes, you paint such a vivid picture here. One that many, most can relate to. Isn't it sad that life gets in the way of people seeing true beauty? It is all around us, yet the busyness of life sometimes makes us rush past.
We all hope for acceptance, especially from that special one that we see. Hopefully, the one that does see you, will make all such thought irrelevant, just as you seeing him will make that feeling mutual. Beautifully expressive and emotive words.

Posted 4 Years Ago


oxo

4 Years Ago

thank you for this wonderful words. i am being hopeful :)
Distant horizons

4 Years Ago

Good. Glad to hear it :-)
This poem is something where a lot of people can be going through something similar, including myself at the moment. great work witht he descriptions on how you feel

Posted 4 Years Ago


oxo

4 Years Ago

thanks.:)

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