Because You Looked Down Poem by Jeremy Ryan Holloway

On a bench outside they passed me by, the place rejected go. Oh the souls! How rejected by the world; such was I.

Once life was grand! I wrote stage-plays everyday. Gone away now; like the war of yesterday: An amputee of a mind full of whiskey and bad poetry.

Universe; open wide, open to me; like the disappearing Venus I saw in my dream.

Lost it all; blew out my mind at the theatrical university; but that... that was yesterday.

So I burn my smoke, myself down to this very ground - they passed me by. With the better function of my schizophrenic mind; there was no jest, but respect; for a man who walks alone, hand in hand with something I've never seen nor never known.

And with a wave, and a smile on His face, He looked down, and their eyes fell on me - I turned away. With no reason for my shame; what's left of me is all that can remain... this was yesterday.

So the slower kids climb in the van as a tear falls on my ash. So a tear has squandered my last... yesterday.

As I sit back; I wonder what they're smiling for. Don't they know? This is not that kind of world that begs a smile.

So I try try, but my teeth they cannot shine; it fades away quick as I plastered it to my face; wishing... this was yesterday.

I used to smile. I used to laugh. I used to have the cash; but never more because the pills took the last thing that I ever had.

What do they know? What are they trying for? Why the joy? Where am I going to? What do they know? What book was that... I read yesterday...

I do not know and am blind for my gift. I feel a ghost, and a shadow of a dream I lost so long ago.

I want to hope, that I still stand a chance, as they did, and always seem to do. They looked down.

Then somewhere in the distance like the moon, but it was noon; saw my life, my soul, my art, my beauty; it resumed. Like the ghost of a dream in the room.

Who am I? Who will I see? Thank the slow kids for looking down on me... and the wave... that was yesterday.