I Am Sorry.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

I Am Sorry....



so you really read my poems?
are you then
reading me?
are you going inside my
heart and mind?
are you a blood corpuscle now
traveling inside my veins?
are you another strange thought
on a journey to my
brain?
are there lapses or
synapses?
do you see my heart
beating inside
my body?

i guess i have to say
i am sorry

it is never me.
I am the other people.

I am the old man who
lost a house
I too am the old woman
who lost a son
in the war
I am too the child
abandoned in the street

Sometimes i am
the moon resting on the
bosom of a river

Last night i was the
sea breeze
refreshing drying the tears
of a woman
abused

Tonight i am someone else
that i met in the
street

soon i will choose
whether i should be a
carpet or
the tick

so will you still read me?

you want to enclose me
in my own work?

sorry, you called the
wrong number.

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