The Screaming Mirror... - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

who wants to show pain?
no one wants to show it and be pitied

pity can kill
makes you shrink like
dough pressed
with a hammer

everyone wants to show a happy face on the road
people walk and
each smiles to

and when the back of the body
steals a distance

everyone is back to their serious faces again

twisted lips, crashing teeth
misshaped jaws
gnashing fingers

early that

i show pain in the mirror
like the palms
of my hands

the mirror laughs
it is telling me it is not me
and i look funny with it

it says i do not fit well as a beggar of affection
it teases me
the way sissies sashay on the
shiny tiles of the

that when in pain i look like a liar
an old Pinocchio
with a broken wooden nose
reaching the door
from the arm
of my chair
to the hands of the

i insist that this time it is true
my tears are rolling like a river on the tributaries of my cheeks
the mirror
they are boulders

the mirror
finally screams for help
of some nearby shadows

i am another movie.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 5, 2012

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