Here And Now Poem by bob barci

What's the story?
There isn't one to tell.
It was lost long ago.
I almost had one,
but it was cut short.
I'll have to start it again
when I go home.
Where is home?
Here is home and now is the story.
But I need a beginning.
A story has to start someplace.
I'm lost again.
I have to talk to someone.
Maybe then I'll have the beginning.
I don't know if I can talk to someone here.
They smile on the surface and say hello,
but it's what they think
that keeps me wondering.
What do they see when they look at me?
Am I so different?
What do they expect of me?
So I'm quiet.
No one listens when I talk anyway.
It's better I keep my mouth shut.
I can't keep it shut forever though.
I've got to find someone to talk to.
But who will listen?
I seem to be the invisible man.
No one sees me so they don't listen.
But why?
Can't they see I'm in a different world than they are?
Haven't had the same experiences.
That's what I'm lacking.
What's there to do but hide?
That's what I do.
I hide in my poems.
You can find me with my wine.
Look behind the music,
I'll be there.
I'm slipping into the darkness
I thought I was coming out of.
Someone turn the light on.
Check the barrier that keeps me here.
You'll find that the barrier isn't very strong.
Someone do it here and now,
do it before this blackness kills me.