Unwanted
Unwanted
I see you, the reflection of me reflecting
back what I don't want to see
You said we'd be different yet,
here we are and still you are here as me
The mirror of us I wish was broken
and cracked enough to warp vision
Release us from the hell we have been,
locked deep inside us as prison
Look at them as they travel
in their pretty clothes and expensive cars
On the way to places that only those
with the means can ever pass
To enjoy the company of the few with plenty
and the many who dream
Behind the velvet ropes of desire,
the desirable and the desired beam
To be one or perhaps one of the two,
seen but unseen as crowds await
Clawing and pawing for a piece of us,
with arms and face crushed at gate
Out of reach for all but a few
but that few can never again like before be
In the hands of the self, as now
the public is the owner of you and of me
It was a trade to become one of the high,
on pedestals we would arise
Given place of pride and jealousy
by those who placed yet wanted prize
White lines and glowing teeth,
short skirts and smiles traversing the deck
The velvet of the ropes of desire
are now desired as a noose around neck.
Taraz
[ a Steem original ]

For me it's a love story with a brief ride down on classism
Beautiful. As always.
Your poerty is very nice . Really you are good writer . I like your poem .
Thanks for sharing @tarazkp
poetry poems good, understand sympathy when reading it. when we grieve for those who have everything and have a position to do everything, while we are nothing, just small fish.
@tarazkp though this is the first time i came across your post."I see you, the reflection of me reflecting back what I don't want to see" very nice lines. I really liked your poetry.keep it up and move ahead.
magnific!
a deal with the devil is never good
just ask Dillon
You are a talented writer, was this poem about yourself?
If so, please tune to 432 and leave 440 back where it belongs
you will find an inner peace and for those who surround you
I can not help thinking of Chris and Chester with the last lines.