Empathy

your poem
your pain
becomes
a mirror
of myself

sometimes
it seems
i see you
writing
i watch
how your
pen slides
on paper
and my
mind too
slides with
it like my
muscles
flexing
when the
baseball
player
in the field
swings his
bat and hits
the ball

on a strike....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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