Dichotomy.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the room there was spartan,
empty except for
a pair of dirty pants
hanging on the side
of the wall,

the atmosphere of wood
and dust and
bareness

i was lonely, i was always lonely
and some say
that i was sick almost all the time
there was either cold or
fever

mother and father died almost together
when they were alive they were not close
they always quarrel on something
be it fish or dog
or linen

they died a long time ago and there was that moment
when they both visited me in the room
and ask me if i was alright

if i want then to go with them and join them in their new place
and without hesitation i said: nope, thanks, i have my own world
and i like to keep it.