Second Sight

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A guy that sees more of the world's pain, than he wants too...

Submitted: June 14, 2018

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“Second Sight”

 

Some days

he didn’t want

to have to open

his eyes

he saw too much

of the world

on those days

unfiltered

and raw,

his perception

of other people

was too deep

and overpowering

for him to just

ignore,

he saw through

their painted on

smiles

and false fronts

and felt what

was really going

on in their hearts

what they were

trying to hide

from the world

behind their

emotional makeup,

their pain and

sorrow

that they didn’t

want to be seen

was projected on

to him

causing him to

have to be aware

of all the suffering

they were having

to endure,

he couldn’t stop

himself

from seeing all

their inner secrets

a nonstop emotional

drain on his spirit

that left him

without any life

in his soul,

he would see an

old man

with a look of

contentment

on his face

spending his days

feeding the birds

in the park

smiling at all

the babies

as their nannies

pushed them by

in their over priced

twin seated strollers,

but he also saw

the man beneath

the polished surface

the one being

eaten away

by his loneliness

his heart broken

from having lost

his wife to cancer

the year before

as he sat

on their bench

in the park

wanting to die,

he adverted his eyes

looked only at the

sidewalk below him

till he got on the bus

but then he was

drawn to another

having a need to

look over at the

teenage girl

sitting on the bus

listening to her music

while handing out smiles

to the young boys

passing her by

not even giving her

the slightest bit

of attention,

as a voice

inside of her

head

was yelling at her

telling her that

she was fat

calling her a loser

stating in a loud

commanding tone

that’s why you don’t

have any friends

her self respect

so diminished

she can no longer

fight back

against the words

being thrown at

her

beaten down by

the fake facts

constantly bombarding

her

on the inside

of her head,

she just sat there

in silence

hoping the voice

would just go away

and leave her

alone,

he hated

having to know

of her unanswered

pleas of help

for just one trusted

friend

to comfort her

to talk to her

to tell her she

mattered to someone

in this world,

it was just

too much for him

to take in

the weight of it

all falling on him

to somehow help

these people

but he didn’t know

what to do

he had his own

problems hidden

out of the public’s view

pains he suffered

in silence

just like the rest,

he closed his eyes

for the rest of

his ride home

wanting to approach

the girl

but not having

any idea of

what to say to

her

that wouldn’t just

come across

as creepy

from a guy she

didn’t even know

she got off at

the next stop

her inner cries

for help

he was hearing

lessening as

the bus pulled away

from the stop,

he dreaded these

days

when the world

revealed to him

more than he

wanted to see

already hating

himself

for doing nothing

but pretending

he didn’t see

what he knew

was right there

in front of him,

it was the middle

of the day

when he got home

but still he

crawled into bed

holding on tightly

to his pillow

as he tries

to create some

darkness

in the sunlit room

around him

by pulling the

covers

over his head

while he waits

for his mind

to clear

and the night

to come,

and his ignorance

to return to him…

 

Tom Allen…06-10-2018…


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