Sad People

Sad people

I've begun to see

The images presented

As if I belonged here

With sad poets in old pictures.

The downturned mouth,

The eyes on the edge of blank,

From another time.

He looked like I could know him

But we're a hundred years ago

And I'm now wherever and whenever

That is.  That is.

My father described the kind of man

That I am.

The picture of my old love was sad.

Am I sad?

Only because I see

What others can't see.

I'm not special.

The illusions.  Every illusion.

It's almost as if

Well that won't work.

These are just words.

I'm lost in them.

Green gray blue red.

Impossible.

 Barry G. Wick