Down Here. Poem by Neso Onyeuche

peel your eyes from
lofty skies and
vast horizons please.
if you look
among the greats, you'll
fail at finding me.

I won't try to
understand how
your naïveté
still believes that
where I am
is where I used to be.

Instead,
I will blame myself
for making you believe
I'm still that
astounding person
so you wouldn't leave.

I'll interrupt
your fantasy
one day when we're alone;
crush your heart with
breaking news:
I haven't really grown;
strip your mind
of what reminds
of progress I have shown.

that's the way I'll
make my presence
by the wayside known.