Seeing What Others Cannot
Its been over three weeks now
that I’ve been in this state.
I don’t know the reason why
there’s nothing to it I can relate.
The day began like any other
until I got to the bus pick up place.
There was three other people waiting,
but I never bothered to look at a face.
As I waited, an uneasy feeling of anxiety
moved up from my feet to my head,
I noticed something strange and abnormal,
the man in front of me separated.
I couldn’t believe what my eyes were saying
and thought that I was becoming ill,
maybe I was stressed out, with work and all,
and it was time for a get-well pill.
But it was true I was actually seeing this,
the man’s inner-self stepped out.
It communicated with another of its kind
who just happened to be walking about.
Nervously, I again looked around me,
this was happening everywhere.
It was if the people’s spiritual selves
had a life of their own to share.
It was happening to little children,
to couples, husbands, and wives.
Their once unseen spiritual sides were
living completely different lives.
I can’t understand or explain this,
that’s why I’ve come here today.
You’ll probably think that I’m crazy,
and I ought to be locked away.
I can tell you that I don’t like this,
and I wish that I couldn’t see
all these separated inner-selves,
who can see, but ignore me.
I have tried to ask them questions,
but they just smile and walk away.
It’s as if they too don’t understand
and they’ve always lived this way.
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poem by Orlando Belo
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