Will You Look at Me?
I’m so lonely
Feel my pain. Feel my nothingness
I waited and I yearned and I tried and I reached out with open hands
Tried to grasp life, tried to hold another hand
But it was all quicksand seeping through my fingers
This was when I had solid flesh
Then, in a semi-solid state, I tried
I am lonely
Hold my phantasmic hand
Gather up my bits and pieces from the ether with your net
You see bits and pieces, don’t you?
Can you see me yet?
I wish I had a solid face to show
But cannot cater to prettied up slices of my soul
There is something solid though
An intensity and a weight
I bear these always, though the noise of nothingness may drown them out
If they all stand side by side, you may see a solid face on me
A face strangely more solid than you’ve ever seen
Powerful and excruciatingly here
A face to stop the world dead in its tracks, with a severe and halting gravity
That’s why it is hidden from view
This is what living in a world of partial selves has done to me
Still, I am lonely
..
Will you look at me?
