From This End

From This End long poem

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You see me
you look at me
you ignore me
you talk about me
you whisper.
You put me under observation,
you test me,
study me,
tag me,
test me again-
name me
unname me
banish me
strip me
tired with your limited ways
you declare me – diseased
not even different.

I see you, through you, all of you
all around you and beyond.
I also observe
I go silent
I go still
I talk non-stop
I blabber gibberish
I contemplate for hours
I don’t think,
I go blank
I go cold
I don’t blink.
I move
I run, I jump or limp
I climb walls
swim on floors
I do all and
I do much much more.
I see you, your world
it has opened up to me
the realm of beyond
that has always intrigued you
it’s so very apparent
so transparent
from where I stand and observe.
I laugh at you and at your world
how simple this equation is
how limited your reasons are
how cruel your world is
how ghastly your ways are.
I become angry,
I scream,
I shout
I harm self,
I harm you,
I am helpless,
I am unheard,
I cry , cry out loud
to tell you
to warn you
to show you
what I see from this world
so clearly about your world
I am the harbinger,
but you
you cannot understand me
your restricted consciousness
I feel helpless at your helplessness
what I see so vividly,
so clearly
wish you could also see
but if you could indeed see
will you be you or will you be me?

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