When You Ask Whether I Am Okay

when you ask that question
many things come into my mind too

'are you okay? ' such strikes my mind
and i retort
with 'why do you ask? '

we live in a mirror world
we project

who we are
what we are
where are we going?

your loneliness mirrors
mine
you reflect light
to my mirror

i like to shine like diamond
but i am not

i am dawn fading
and the day does not recognize me

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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