The Place Of The Damned

please understand my friend
that to keep your sanity here
you need not scream
or kick or run wild around
the four corners of this
closed room of loneliness

between us there is nobody else
except perhaps your theory about
holding hands with your soul
the reflection of yourself in the mirror
you worship as though all these things
are holy and if holy must be true

this is the world of the damned
the inability of accept what is rightly there
staring before us
truths, truths, these are inevitable truths my friend

that we have been born lonely
and all the circumstances are nothing but laces
of the basket that they fill with fruits

and then we go back to the emptiness
and this we must face, this is the most reliable truth
of our being: we come here all alone, and alone we shall soon go.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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