About Cassandra...

'She evokes the same awe, horror and pity
as do schizophrenics', an observer has noted,
'who often combine deep, true insight
with utter helplessness,
and who retreat into madness.'

facing the stones that
rise into figures of her own horror
she goes outside
and asks for the help of
someone who must believe her
there is no one
and that is the main agony
of her days
turning instantly into nights.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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