Hopefully, Never Clandestine Poem by Elwyna D'Souza

Do you know it hurts
To walk, to talk, to see
It hurts when you look
But do not see me
It hurts that you do not know who i am
It hurts much worse than a hammer to my hand

What atrocious things must i have commited?
To not have what i crave,
For just a moment
What penance must i do?
To make up for,
What i'll never have from you

So i will try to stare,
Stare beyond that wall
I hope that you try to make it fall
You stand behinde it, im shure
But you stand unmoving, unwavering
Like a statue so beautiful
yet so lifeless & dull