The Root Of Unhappiness Poem by RIC BASTASA

when the reasons for living
leave you
you will be left alone groping
for religion and sooner
you will ask
what faith is....you feel like
a glass
used and left on the sink
dirty and
empty.....and you ask where have
all these reasons gone?

the mind promises you: i can invent
reasons
i can find a book of life for you
and the heart too says: i can find
you another home
there is a garden of love
somewhere where you
can rest
there is a house of pleasure
and i have a key
to its door.....

sometimes you give up
not really intent on putting a stop to light
switching off and
letting go and
just staying there for
nothing.....

you empty everything from a pack
and put nothing back
but you are not leaving to any place

this happens and you have no more reasons
no explanations
because all of them
have left you and you are tired
creating them all again
the cause of all lies
the root of unhappiness.