Disregarded

Bypassed, disregarded, ignored
A lifetime of glances
Vastness of nothing more
Yesterday just a pretty girl
But today, so much more
A tough pill to swallow
Yet consumed just the same
Present, but not here
Appearing, but not seen
A scene to be forgotten
Which it will be by you
You look right through me
As if I’m not even there
As if I don’t exist
Transparent as glass
Invisible as a ghost
The ways of the self-righteous
Wickedness without intent
Belittlement without consciousness
Too blind to see
Too absorbed to recognize
Your innateness flawed
Your discretion blind 
Priorities over decorum  
Agendas over civility
Wants over decency
A cycled pattern of vision
Soon your moment of awareness
A circumstance of chance  
A moment not today
A place unforeseen
An individual less identified
A time that you’ll feel
Regarded as less
Disregarded the same
As when you disregarded me

Sometimes being ignored is the worst of all feelings.

Written in 2003

Copyright, The Poetry of Bryan Buser