My Existence

have you seen how a paper
falling from the 6th floor of the building
is blown by the strong wind
into the sea
into the nothingness of dissolution
when you finally
lose it
when you think that your eyes are failing you
when you think that you are dying
when they that see you
across the glass walls
think that you are the one
that perfectly normal and happy person
unaffected by
no other.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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