You Are a Moth

You are so beautiful, but nobody can see.
You do not know what you mean to me.
Just because you do not shimmer or shine.
Does not mean you are not just fine.

You fly by to be shooed away.
Only since you stay a shade of gray.
Others are praised for their grace.
They do not know what you face.

They don't take the time to look into your eyes.
Heaven knows what they would find.
I'd look forever if I could.
Even if no one else would.

So, do not look down on yourself.
You mean more than you think to someone else.
And a hundred butterflies couldn't capture me.
A gray moth is all you need to be.

Frustrated

Do you even know who I am?
I could wish it, but what good does it do?
No granted wish will ensue.
I can't even bring myself to talk to you.

I know you see me, I know it.
So why do you just stare and sit?!
Thank goodness hearts cannot outwardly express;
Otherwise I'd be in a mess...

I am in despair, I surrender.
I give in, my hands are raised.
Yet you aren't even phased.
You just sit there and gaze.

So can I stop this?
I do not think so.
And I know I'll never know.
What is moving across your mind, to-and-fro.

Nomads

We walk.
And we ask for nothing,
But our dignity.
And go on in hope,
That we'd live to see-
Another day,
A new way,
To scale the earth.
To soar like birds.

We move.
Along the riverbanks,
Searching for stability.
Just for a moment,
our liberty.
We are people,
We should be equal.
Yet you deny this,
Our simple right to exist.

We continue.
Despite the hatred,
Ignoring the scorn.
Taking all the hits,
Although we are worn.
But we go on,
Traveling along.
To the horizon we run,
Our only compass is the sun.

Inevitable Fate

There was something that she felt,
And she couldn't quite tell-
What the feeling was...
Only just because,
She did not know her heart;
From the very start.
Each failed attempt,
Ended in contempt.

When everything is left in pieces,
Is it worth it to pick them up-
Or to try to put them back in place-
Since what's done cannot be erased?
She didn't see the point in trying,
When optimism would end in lying,
To fill the empty void...
The emptiness we try to avoid.

There is no future.
There is no past.
Only a present that will not last.