In A World Where I Do Not Exist
Poem by Thompson Emate
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Time seems to move without taking me along.
I’m sitting on a bus with everyone,
But nobody looks my way.
I talk, but I’m not heard.
I sing a song that’s only for me.
I have gone through a door,
I have walked through an unseen path.
I can see others, but I’m not seen by them.
I have been swallowed by oblivion,
Captured by a mystic world.
I have desired solitude,
I have yearned for seclusion.
It has taken me into its abode.
I’m in search of the way back home.
My mama weeps in my dreams.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. His poems can be seen in Poetry Potion, Poetry Soup, Visual Verse, Writer Space Africa magazine, ScribesMICRO, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Borderless Journal and elsewhere. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.
Haunting. And chilling, I think, for those of us who have also "desired solitude, yearned for seclusion". Maybe once we get what we think we want, once we are "swallowed by oblivion", we realize it's not what we really want at all. We want to be seen and we want to go home.
Thought provoking and moving. Which is what a poem should be. Excellent.
Thank you, Karen, for stopping by.