The Paradox Between Us

I'm back to my comfort zone

it is an island
inside you where i live
when you look at it
carefully
like a telescope to the star
farthest from you
i am actually outside
everyone

your hands can touch me

but it is only my pair of hands
there is more to my fingers
that drip like rain from a leaking roof
which falls on the floor
and goes down the drain

until it is lost and no one can find it

not even myself who proclaims that
i know much better than anyone else

i am not true and that it is a fact.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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