angry for the state of things

perhaps my advertent irritation
comes from the fact that
i can't accept the state of things.
and fear has something to do
with it for sure, because i'm afraid
i'd end up this way again.

like the closest encounter of the
second kind occured hours ago
and it was clear to my eyes
sparkling to others at that time;
and i hurriedly rushed out
and walked it alone again.

most of the time, it would be like a vision
and the vision would be too far
unspoken of, unheard, unseen
to wait for the next day, hours after vision
parallel to me but it is I that's left
unspoken of, unheard, unseen.