Mirror, Same Face As Yours
So many of you here
Still dream
Longing for the fire from
Those distant stars
Many of you
Still hope to lessen
The pain
Or get rid of these
Miseries
Tonight you will raise your arms
Begging for the moon
To shine upon you with
Hope
How poor
How miserable
Your faces show
The malady of mankind
Your wry smiles
Feed upon the
Dry lips of
Hopelessness
I look upon the mirror...
I stare upon it closely like a microscope.
My face is same as yours
I feed upon
Your helplessness
I swallow
The same hopeless case.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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