I Am Not Alone....
since i do not have
a sense of direction
i just bend a little
to accommodate my
own shallow fears.
i bend on a window sill.
put my hand on my chin.
and then to every person
who passes this road
i take a closer look
trying to figure out
what suffering has he
comparing it to mine
and then comforting myself
that i am not alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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