You Do Not Really Matter Somehow.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am not
humiliated when
you
underestimate
me

i sometime feel
the exclusion

when i extend my hand
to yours
i only see the blankness
of your eyes
evasion is your good
answer
to this indifference
which has become
too mutual for us

but i do not really mind
long before you
come into my world
i have already built my own
complete with walls
and moats
every tower with guards
in armors
and i always have a boat
ready
in case of emergency

i have another island
reserved for me
in case of an inevitable
escape
from a defeat

and so you do not
really matter that much
i have freedom within
freedom
each stacked like
cards of our
gambling game....