A Request

Ignoring me,

I see,

my importance is nowhere,

never was it anywhere.

Sure, deceivingly, there was some before,

like an optical illusion

you can’t get through a lens.

the lens is the proof,

the lens is action,

the action you never wanted to take.

I always took action,

but I was blocked by your walls;

the walls that are put up only for me.

It doesn’t make me feel special.

I tell you, I tell you about

how easily you seem to give friendship away.

Why then, please tell me why,

you won’t give some to me.

That’s all I want;

is it too much ask?

The End

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